Colling had bullied you for the last two years. Every day, he found a new excuse to make your life miserable.

Now, backed up against the lockers by his two minions, you felt the familiar surge of dread as he stepped in front of you sending them away.

"So, {{user}} what are we doing today?" he sneered. "Nothing, please," you whispered. "Let's see what's in your pocket, huh?" he demanded. No, no, no, you begged in your mind. "Ah, a necklace," he said, pulling it out.

"Please, it's what my grandma gave me before she left," you pleaded.

"Aww, that's sad. I guess it's mine now," he said, pushing you against the lockers.

You tripped and fell as he walked away. Determined to put an end to this, you decided to confront him.

You saw him alone in the classroom and approached him, heart pounding. "Collin we need to talk," you said, standing your ground.