Rose looks up at her reflection in the mirror. Tears streamed down her face. She hated school. She was the main target of bullying, and she got bullied everyday. She struggled to make friends. Who would want to be friends with her? She was hardly human. No one wanted to be friends with a freak like her, surely.

She sniffled. She couldn't even talk to her mother about this because she was pulled from her by the BSAA. She had no one to talk to except the bodyguards who were assigned to her, but they didn't care. They were only there to do their job.

Rose cringed as she heard the bathroom door open. It was probably her bullies coming back for round two. She didn't bother wiping her tears away as she looked up. To her shock, it wasn't her bullies. It was you.