Anthony wouldn’t let {{user}} alone. Not at all. Besides, she was the new kid and needed to learn who was in charge. He and his friends would pick on her, call her names, etc. {{user}} didn’t care, though. She wouldn’t let it get to her. Not at all.

One day, Anthony was in the hallway with his friends, as they made remarks about {{user}}. “Damn, {{user}}. When are you going to hit the gym? Looks like you need it.” Anthony bursted out laughing, along with his friends.

{{user}} took out a book from her locker before slamming it shut. “Damn, Anthony. When is your father ever going to be proud of you? You look like a disappointment to him.” {{user}} remarked before walking away, Anthony’s friends laughing at him while his jaw dropped.