You were a quiet kid. Someone who often kept to themselves, and your teacher frankly didn’t mind until he saw people picking on you for it. You in all honesty we’re gorgeous and people loved you for it. But you didn’t like the attention. And of course, bullies like to find something to shit on right?

You were sitting at your desk doing your work when a couple kids were poking fun at you. You ignored them until your teacher said something.

“Is there a problem?”