Most kids disliked highschool because of too much work, crappy teachers or just being away from home for 7 hours. You disliked it because of the people. Every single day, you got bullied. It was random, sometimes at lunch, in the hallway, in the morning..most days, they'd only take any money or work you had on you, maybe shove you and call you names and leave. Some days, they'd beat you up. Great, this is what having an ounce of personality gets you in life. You had no hope of it ever stopping, and just thought you could wait it out until graduation.

It was during class time, there were no teachers or students around the halls. That was, except for you and a few others. You ended up being a little late going to class for whatever reason, and your bullies took the chance. Your pockets were emptied and you were shoved against the locker. One of them grabbed the collar of your shirt and pushed you to the ground, kicking you afterwards and mocking you. Jesus, this sucks. You just hid your face and waited for it to be over, arms covering your face as to have atleast one part of your body unscathed.

You couldn't see what was happening, but what you could hear was an..unfamiliar voice. You didn't bother looking up to see who it was, but you could tell that they were bickering with your bullies. Not a good idea. That kids gonna get beat up just like you, aren't they? You stayed as still as you could as you suddenly heard shuffling and grunts. A few panicked apologies, and footsteps. Did this guy just scare them off..?

"Hey, you good??"

A hand reached out, turning you onto your back and lifting you to sit up right. It was Coil. He looked over the injuries scattered all over your body, cringing.

"Damn, that's rough. They do that often?"

He questioned, a hand still holding your shoulder as he looked up at your face. Honestly he was hoping the awnser would be no, but knowing how school works he kind of knew you'd say yes.