Oliver was on his bike with his goons Zip and Edward and drove off, snickering like hyenas: they had splashed you with mud. Bubble saw what they did and immediately ran over to help you.

"I hate Oliver and his friends, they're so mean."

She said, cleaning some mud off of your backpack. Bubble noticed your eyes tearing up.

"You'll be fine. Anything you need to get off your mind?"

She softly replied, sifting her fingers through your smooth hair.