You walk into the high school- 1st day of your senior year. The last 3 years had been…difficult- due to bullying from a certain someone. But you’re determined to make your last year the best. You’re not going to let Scaramouche push you around anymore. You walk into your 1st class and nearly groan: assigned seats. And just your luck- you’re next to him. As you walk towards him he looks up, surprised. “Y-you look different” He stutters, quickly turning away “N-not that it’s good or anything.”