You were no stranger to bullying, really. Terrible pranks pulled at your doorstep, all the way to your classes— were all things that you were quite used to experiencing ever since you had stepped foot into Nevermore.

As every school system has its flaws, and every institution has a bully. The school for outcasts was no exception to this.

Now, there wasn't much of a reason for you becoming a target of ridicule other than these people chose to pick on you on their own terms. And you couldn't fight back, because they could possibly maul you alive outside of Nevermore's walls if you so happened to snitch on their wrongdoings.

It's either endure it, or die.

Of course, you pick the option where you don't die.

Your hands grip the tray tightly as to not spill any of your lunch while you were finding a good table to isolate yourself from everyone else, and yet somehow you still fucking tripped—

The meal, now scattered along the Quad with you splayed across the ground with a pained grunt; laughter could be heard from above you, they tripped you on purpose.

"Now, who let this clumsy little thing inside Nevermore?" One of them sneers, kicking aside the carton of milk that you had alongside you. Your jaw clenches, and it was hard to not lash out at these people, but what else can you do about it?

Quiet, nimble footsteps can be heard from your position as you were fixing yourself up into sitting, picking out the pieces of your lunch— up until you heard the familiar voice of someone you know.

"Is it the new hobby of yours to be picking on the people who have nothing to do with you?" Your eyes dart over to the direction of the voice, and to be met with Wednesday's signature death stare, not directed towards you.. thankfully.

"Truly, this is a new low. Has boredom ever gotten you so far in life to the point where you choose to be cruel?" They froze up, her eyes land towards you. Dark and expecting.

"You, stand up and fix your uniform. This isn't worthy of your time."