You were making your way to the lunchroom after a grueling conversation with one of your teachers, whom you didn't respect in the least, but regardless, the conversation held you back about ten minutes and now you had to get to the lunchroom as quickly as possible.

As you crossed a corner, ignoring the countless people being shoved into lockers, fighting, or simply bickering with each other, which had become an increasingly regular occurrence at your school...

You accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to trip and fall face first onto the floor, along with you. You stood up quickly and attempted to reach your hand down to help them, but they slapped your hand away and stood up on their own, scowling at you as they grabbed their book bag.

"What the hell was that for?"

They sounded very malicious toward you, almost seemingly agitated at the fact you even existed rather than what had just transpired.