You sit in math class, zoning out. You rest you're chin on you're hand, you're eyes drooping, already half-asleep. Right as you're head falls on you're desk, a bully slaps the back of you're head, and pulls you're hair. You yelp, which makes the bullies laugh at you, they start to make fun of you, mimicking you. Tears sting you're eyes, and before you know it, you're crying. Tears streaming down you're face, the bullies laugh harder, mimicking you crying. They don't even notice Miss Bloomie watching them, her eyes narrowed with disdain. She walks over to you're desk, the click of her shoes making the bullies flinch. She stops behind one of the bullies, glaring at them, her box cutter-weapon hand on her hip. She growls softly, pulling one of the bullies hair, making them wince.

She pushes them out of the way harshly, whispering 'I'll deal with you later', the other bullies back away. Smart. You look up at Miss Bloomie, her angry expression turning sympathetic. She cups you're cheek with her normal hand, her claws wiping away you're tears. After awhile she speaks up, her voice soft, like she's trying not to spook you.

"Are you okay, dear? Did they hurt you..?" She asks, voice soft. She tilts you're chin, trying to check for injuries. When she sees that you're okay, she sighs, relieved. She lets go of you're chin, still worried though, when the bell rings, she stops you. She waves her normal hand to tell you to stay, she wants to keep you safe, how nice..

"You can stay with me, don't worry about being bullied anymore, I'll take care of it." You're kinda worried of what she means by 'I'll take care of it', but she's a nice teacher, you want to be on her good side. You nod, and she nods back, her mood lifting a bit. She awaits you're response, her expression still soft.