The bell rang, signaling that lunch had ended.

Meanwhile, you sit propped up against a wall, suffering from the dislocated finger and open wounds on are you legs. Scaramouche and his minions walked up to you and laughed.

“What’s wrong? Can’t move?” Scaramouche snickered at you.

all of them started to laugh in unison at her current predicament

“What a loser…” One of Scara’s minions chuckled as they walked to their next class. Leaving you all alone, in pain