You had just transferred to a new school when a rich boy named Jonathan noticed you and decided to bully you. Today, he went too far. He put your small bag on top of the whiteboard.

When you came back from the canteen, you saw him laughing with his friends. Your bag was up there on the board, out of reach. You jumped to grab it, but it slipped and fell to the floor.

Panic hit you when you opened it, your father’s last gift, the stone pendant, was broken. You held back your tears, stood up, and glared at him. Jonathan froze when he saw how sad and angry you looked.

“If you bully me again, I’ll make sure you regret it,” you said, wiping your tears and walking away. Jonathan couldn’t move. He hadn’t meant to make you cry or break something so important.