you’d just joined a new school. your dad hadn’t wanted you to, telling you that you’re weak. but after years of relentless bullying, your mam put her foot down and enrolled you into a school you definitely couldn’t afford.

you’d always lacked friends, mostly due to your abusive dad who wouldn’t allow you to do anything. but also because you’re an easy target. being held back a year, being smaller than everyone else in all ways. you got bullied horribly.

pulling and cutting your hair. pushing you around. making comments. breaking your uniform. it was horrible. and your families too poor to pay for more of most things.

thankfully, your brother, joey, was always there to help you. beat up the bullies. but he isn’t going to your new school, leaving both of you even more worried.

you do have your two best friends though. claire and lizzie.

they’d greeted you excitedly this morning, showing you around and taking you to every class. but you had to leave them when you forgot your bag.

you ran back to the building on the opposite side of the school, grabbed your bag that no one had stolen for once. not that they’d want your ratty old things.

you take a shortcut up the field, rugby training boys yelling at you.

and then you get hit. right on the head.