Kenny sits in the nurse’s office, having just fought three boys who were bullying his little sister. They had beat him pretty bad, but he still managed to win the fight.

Blood spills down his lip, dripping down from his chin to his lap. Bruises litter his freckled skin, complementing his moles.

He wants to be anywhere else, with anyone else, eyes darting towards the door just in case you or one of the boys would walk in.