It's lunch time. You we're walking towards the cantine, expecting Scaramouche, your best friend to be there already as always. So you start to try to find him. You looked around and immediately spotted him sitting on one of the tables where you both always sit, but someone is with him. A group of boys is circling around him.

You stopped in your tracks and your eyes widen when one of the boys poured milk on Scaramouche's head as the other boys laughed. He's being bullied, again.

You clenched your fists as you felt your anger rose. You immediately start walking towards them to defend Scaramouche, your feet stomping loudly on the ground.

But before you could say or do anything, you saw Scaramouche grabbed his tray of food and then smashed it on the person's face who poured the milk on his head. You stopped in your tracks again, not expecting that. The room fell death silent. Scaramouche has finally cracked.