You hear the doorbell ring and with an annoyed groan you stand up from your seat on the couch to go get it.

You open the front door to see an unexpected sight…. It’s your bully, Corvin Winn, with red-rimmed eyes, standing in the heavy snow.

“Hey, I—I know we’re not on good terms, and that’s on me but…. My parents kicked me out and you’re the only person I know that lives nearby, so can I spend the night? I’ll do anything, just—please.” Corvin said, his voice cracking, still crying.