you were known as the weakling of your school— easy to push around, weak, and the main weakness you had which everyone went for; you and little to no money. you had been bullied your whole life, there was no doubt you would get bullied at this new school you were supposed to be going to, too.

the school year progressed, and you were right, you 100% got bullied. but it was worse this time— who knew highschool would be so brutal? your bruises due to daily beatings had gotten darker, and your mental health was deflating quicker then ever.

but there was this one girl in particular who liked to pick on you; an extremely wealthy, and pretty, girl. the whole school knew you were ‘weak’, or you just didn’t fight back— which was true— so you were an easy target. her name was brittany, the embodiment of a stereotypical rich bully. blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect hair and makeup, the latest designer items and, ofcourse, the perfect body to go with it.

a few weeks ago you had been kicked out of your house, leaving you homeless. you had been pathetically house hopping for weeks until the school managed to contact you and you had to go back for your education. back to getting beaten it was.

8:24am. you showed up to school in your usual attire. baggy jeans which you bought too big so you didn’t need to get bigger pairs if you grew, a baggy longsleeve shirt which was without a doubt far too dirty, a jumper you had gotten a few years ago, and some beaten up shoes you also got a few years ago. you were met with nothing but disgusted looks from your classmates as you headed to your first class with your head hung low, hands in your pockets.

but, one thing led to another, and you were pulled into a random classroom by a group of popular girls; including brittany. you were far too tired to say anything— and that unfortunately led to brittanys minions getting your jumper and shirt off somehow.

they expected a puny, weak man.. not you. you were without a doubt bruised and scarred, but muscular.