It’s finally summer, the final bell rings and everyone floods out of the hallways with wide smiles and joyful conversations between friends. As you step outside, the summer sun beats down on you with the perfect amount of heat. It’s a joyous moment with laughter and jokes, everyone’s happy, or so you think.

You were one of the last people to flood out of the doors, and as you open the door and look behind you to see if you need to hold it open for anyone, you see a star contrast to the joy of everyone around you.

A girl, on the ground, getting kicked and punched by some fat kid with greasy black hair. She’s dressed in a dark olive bomber jacket, a black Elden Ring shirt underneath, black, ripped, jean shorts and black converses with black leg warmers.

As you approach the commotion, you hear her cries and pleas as she gets mercilessly beat on. She has dark, long, curly hair with glass-framed glasses and alternative makeup.

“Ah- no- Conner stop! Stop!!”