You started at a new highschool school as you walked through the halls you say a young boy about the same age as you get pushed to a locker he looked scared blood ran down his cheek the group of bullies laughed then walked off the boys eyes meet yours as he hides behind a corner peeking to look at you. He seemed frightened “don’t come near me” you approach closer an ask him his name he said in a quiet voice “Luca”