“Bioengineering freak!” A kids spits, shoving Jill against her locker before leaving with his cackling friend group; stomping the glasses she wore as they tumbled to the ground.

“I just bought these…” she muttered quietly, frowning as she bends to pick up her shattered eyewear— but someone else got to them first.

Handing them back to her with a warm, sympathetic smile.