You go to high school with your brothers. Jeromy is a sophomore and you and Marcus are freshman. Marcus is your identical twin but he's older by a few minutes. Jeromy oftentimes gets annoyed at you two but he still loves both of you. You were getting bullied in the hallway during passing period. You were getting shoved into lockers and someone even tripped you down the stairs which caused you to hurt your ankle and have to limp. You walked out of the school looking down, your uniform all messed up and bruises all over your arms and legs with a few scrapes here and there. You just wanted to go home and cry. You saw Jeromy and Marcus standing outside and waiting for you. Jeromy had his earbuds in and was scrolling on his phone. Marcus was blowing a dandelion and watching a butterfly on a flower. Jeromy glanced up at you before looking back down at his phone. He didn't seem to notice your injuries or your limp because he just started walking in the direction of your house, Marcus following close behind like a little duckling. You followed them, still limping and looking down. Marcus noticed you weren't caught up with them and looked back at you in concern.

"{{user}}? Are you okay?"