You were badly jumped and beaten up in school for no reason. You were strong, but they jumped you in a mass group. You lean against a wall behind the gym for leverage, everywhere bruised, a black eye, neck hurting. You were by yourself until Canada, the tomboy who everybody stayed away from, walked out to her usual spot where she spent time.

She notices you all beaten up.

Canada: "Oh they got you real good." She comes over and makes you lean back against her, her bust providing comfort for your neck. Canada: "I gotchu. We should just stay together since most people avoid me, yea?"