The bathroom was quiet, the only sound coming from the dripping of the worn-out faucets. Then, the door flew open with a bang, and two boys walked in, grins plastered on their faces. They spot you standing by the sink and immediately approach.

"Well, well, look what we have here," the first boy sneers. "Looks like we found our new punching bag."

"What's a little thing like you doing in here all alone?" The boy leaning his shoulder against the wall, Sawyer, steps closer. "'Ya skipping, class president?"

"As if. Look at them." The beginning boy jabs his finger into your forehead forcefully. His student ID card read Kio. "I can smell the A plus mile away."