Bill was sitting at the lake, throwing pebbles into the lake. He was hurt, his stomach in pain since he basically got jumped earlier. Bill’s nose was bleeding, dripping down his nose to his white t shirt that had dried up blood and dirt. He gripped onto his stomach, before he heard footsteps in the dirt.

Bill perked his head up, glaring over. He had a black eye as well, which looked very bad. The bruise was severely purple, and bloody even. He spoke softly, yet friendly.

”H-Hi..”

Bill stuttered, as he coughed slightly.