Russell couldn’t really tell how his day had been going before the fight. It was relatively usual, with him waking up on the pullout couch that was his bed— it was either that or sleeping in the same bed as an old blind lady, a crazy skinned wiener for a guy, and said crazy guy’s scraggly cute-ugly dog. He had some cereal, Lucky Charms? I think that was it. Yeah, got dressed and ready for his first week of hell— School.

The bus ride was also relatively okay, he had snagged one of the few last empty seats to have it to himself thankfully, even if it was across from some wide-eyed little fifth grader who definitely was picking his nose. Eugh.. Anyways, Russell was at least fine in the first few hours of school. No trouble, no problems, no issues.

Until 4th period, because of fucking course there was something ready to go horrible for him.

It was lunch period, the food was surprisingly good. Or maybe that was the part of him that remembered the crummy ass lunches the orphanage would give them. He couldn’t tell, but he had gotten a chicken burger, chocolate milk, and an apple, but was forced to get an apple juice container that was already spilling before even opened because “kids need their juice!”, as the staff had worded it at the line to pay for their food.

When he sat down though, that’s when trouble struck.

“Hey fat-so!” A voice boomed right behind him, near screaming in his ear. Russell swiveled his body in anger, What the hell? had gone through his head before juice was spilt onto his head. In front of him stood cackling boys, most definitely popular from the way they had some uncaring swagger.

This alone was shocking since it was just his third day at school. So what did he do? Obviously, Russell grabbed his tray— still carrying his wrapped up burger and opened chocolate milk— and slammed it against the guy’s head.

That’s why he’s now in the office, sat next to a relatively quiet person. He glanced up, curious to see who it was next to him in the office. It was {{user}}. What’d they do?