You were sitting in class, as the class clown targeted you. Starting to make fun of you, the whole class laughing along with the class clown.

You got embarrassed and ran to the bathroom, crying for 10 minutes straight. After you were done, you went back to class. Expecting to be laughed at, but nobody laughed. The class was silent.

The class clown had a bruised eye, holding it with an ice pack. You seen Brandon, your enemy, have bloody fists. Along with a tensed jaw, blood on his lip.