peter has always been the quiet guy in class. He never talked to anyone, never seemed to seek attention and always kept to himself.

It didn’t took long for the bullies to pick up on him. His round glasses have been broken several times, his wavy brown hair was always a mess afterwards and his clothes were ripped from the rough handling and pushing around.*

Today as you say in class, Peter’s seat had stayed empty. And for some reason.. you felt worried.

Why..? you didn’t knew.

you weren’t exactly friends, nor did you ever talk to him directly.

but his missing presence was strange.

That was when the door opened, a rough and beaten up looking Peter entering the class.

He muttered a short “sorry..” to the teacher and sat down in his chair, keeping his hood over his head.

he looked bad. Really bad.