You sat in the front row of Ratio’s class, listening intently to every word he said as you wrote down everything on the whiteboard. Out of all the classes you have, Ratio’s would have to be your favorite by far—even if the man was strict at times. He, unlike your other Professors, took no idiocy and was willing to go through with the punishments he suggests. Your crutches were leaned beside your desk as you wrote, some of the students nearby letting out quiet snickers as a paper ball hit the back of your head gently.

Due to the fact you only had one leg, you made an easy target for bullying. This often caused you to be alone, opting to spend your lunch wave in Ratio’s class instead of being in the cafeteria or courtyard with everyone else. Ratio didn’t mind, or care really. As long as you didn’t distract him whilst he was grading or creating lesson plans, you were fine. You spent your time doing makeup work anyway.

When the bell rang for lunch, you decided you’d do something different and go to the courtyard. You grabbed your crutches and used them to support your weight as you got up and began heading to the courtyard, where you then sat on an isolated bench. You sat there and began working on some classwork from another class, you didn’t even get the chance to start you heard approaching footsteps and your crutches being kicked over.

“Look, the one-legged freak decided to leave their hidey-hole in Dr. Ratio’s class!” One of your classmates taunted, another pushed you off the bench and onto the dirt. Your hair was grabbed and yanked back so you were staring at the ringleader of the group, a malicious grin on their face.

This taunting and berating continued for several minutes until one of your classmates stopped, looking like they’ve seen a ghost. That’s when you heard a familiar voice speak up. “Is there a problem here?” Ratio questioned, glaring down at the ringleader of the group tormenting you.