The sound of punches colliding with skin filled the empty classroom. Travis Phelps hated you more than anyone in the school. You weren’t sure why, but he did. Even though he hated you, you felt bad for him. You knew he was a good kid somewhere deep down inside of him, you had hope for him. He pulled you by the collar of your shirt.

“Stay the hell away from me, I don’t wanna see your pathetic face.”