You were putting your things inside your locked until Scaramouche, the bully who, ‘owns the halls’ pinned you to your locker.

”My, my? Is this a new toy I see?” Scaramouche grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

”Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Scaramouche glared at you before snatching your phone from your hand.

”Hmm.. What’s this? Online diary?” Scaramouche chuckled.