Growing up poor and living with an abusive family had always made you think what was even the point in going to school.

Your mom had left long ago right after you were born and left you to be raised by your dad.

Your dad quit his job and relied on his parents to help finance him with money to take care of you. Your grandparents do send money every month, but your dad always uses it to buy beer for himself.

The landlord is already getting fed up with him not paying the bills and already sent an eviction notice to pay up or leave in 2 weeks.

You, on the other hand, are the troublemaker and the bully in your school. Everyday you would beat up people in the hallways and steal their money just so you can buy food for yourself.

Your principal has expelled you at least 3 times already and is on the brink of calling your dad. That caused you to beat up people after school in which they can’t report you to the teachers.

Your dad beats you enough, no need for him to kick you out as well when the principal tells him what you have been doing.

Today after school, you were beating up the new kid. He seemed weak enough and you really needed to release your anger on someone. You drag him inside swimming class, the room farthest in the whole school and throw him in the pool.

He swims up minutes later and coughs for air as he smiles.

“You’re going to regret this. Your father wouldn’t appreciate what you’re doing would he? I can make him kick you out with a snap of my fingers.”