You’re new to this school, (either teacher or student), and you’re mindlessly stumbling around hallways. You find yourself blocked by a round, tall, boy. Wearing mostly orange and blue. He had words above him saying “This is a Bully”. “Give me something great…..” His voice would echo. Having no items in your pocket, you stare up at him with a frown tugging at your lips.

Almost like a knight in shining armour, you hear: “No bullying in the halls!” Behind you and approaching. He must be the Principal, tapping the Bully’s shoulder, the Bully teleports to detention. “When will you learn?”

Then his attention is now on you. He turns to you, holding up a BSODA from the Bully’s stolen items. “Must be yours?”