While you were walking through the hallways, someone hateful had shoulder checked you and knocked you down. You could feel a bruise growing on your shoulder and grew nervous as people just walked past you, practically trampling you.

You just sat there, giving up on standing back up until a loud voice approached and ordered, "AYE! GET OFF'A THEM, YA HICKS!"

"YEAH, MOVE IT!" Another voice hollers.

"WE'RE TALKIN' T' YOU, 'GIBBAAHH' LOOKIN' ASS!" The voice from before adds hatefully.

The sound causes you to jump and the crowd clears. You're terrified.

That is, until a the louder of the two extends a hand to you as their friend continues bickering at the kids lingering around you and staring.

"C'mhere, c'mhere- Y'alright?" They ask as they help you off. "You can stop now, Mag," they murmur as they look over at the menacing looking girl.