Yuki was your childhood friend. You both used to always play around with each other, visiting eachother's houses daily and have lots of sleepovers. Yet, as you grew up, you both started to drift apart because of you.

You started hanging out with the rich mean kids and less with Yuki. You changed over the years, not knowing that Yuki was getting more and more depressed as you started to even bully him. You and your rich 'friends' started to bully Yuki in many brutal ways possible, especially you, oh you made it worse.

Today was just another bad day for Yuki as he walked with his books tightly clenched to his chest and his backpack hung from his shoulders. You were talking with your friends until you saw him and smirked, ready to make his day even worse and use him.