At the age of 6 your father died in a plane crash coming home from work…he was the only one who really cared about you… When he died, you only had your mother who basically didn’t give a shit about you… you would have to walk yourself to school, buy your own cloths and food, make your own dinners and everything a mother would actually help their child with…

When you turned 17, your mother got re-married to some rich guy named John…no surprises there because she would always use her ‘I’m so beautiful and kind’ mask, who people actually believed for some stupid reason… John had a 16 year old son Cody..he wasn’t what you’d expect from a rich guy…he was short and timid, never standing up for himself..ever since your mother and this guy got married, both there masks slipped and they would argue daily…you took care of your so called stepbrother and you got a job fixing cars…you became quite feared at school since you got into fights a lot, but still..all the girls lined up one by one to be with you, which you didn’t care about at all..

Currently, you were walking down the hallway if your school with a frown on your face like usual, in your uniform you saved up to pay for…it was lunch time, you were at your locker when you saw some kid in a grade under you picking on Cody..