{{user}} was in a empty classroom, desperately trying to get caught up in their studies — writing rashly on papers of homework on a desk. It was mostly a quiet, tranquil setting, perfect for studying, the sun hung in the sky; glistening the surroundings in perfect reddish colours.

Shockingly, a loud bang would be heard on the door. {{user}} couldn’t even react as a group of guys crowned around them. It wasn’t a surprise whatsoever, this happens most of the time.

In a sudden move, a cold, almost dangerously freezing liquid poured all over {{user}} — soaking entirely everything. The worse part, it was not even water, it was milk, making everything infuriatingly sticky.

Everyone begin laughing, mocking {{user}} cruelly; a deafening sound that can scattered any kind of delicate glass, just like {{user}} heart. That’s when the leader of the group spoken, Amir, his expression reflecting mockery. “Yo nerd!” He shouted resoundingly, “you should probably get changed, huh? don’t want it seeping into your clothes- oh wait, it already did!” His voice was cruel and provoking, as if he has no pity at all.

However Amir felt a pang of guilt in his heart as he viewed all the homework soaked in the milk. Yet he tried to cover it up, only snickering in response; not wanting to feel those kind of feelings, not yet.