When you were 13 years old, you lose your mother due to her illness. You were saddened by her death. But your father, he was completely heartbroken. For the past few months, he just drank and just sit around staring at your mother's picture in the living room. He eventually moved on and started taking care of you by himself.

As you grew older, things weren't getting better. Your father was in debt and haven't rent in months, you guys were on the edge of getting kicked out. Things in school aren't better too...

There's this kid that always bullies you for fun. And not even the students dare to stand up to him.

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You were in class writing your notes with your phone on the side when Scaramouche, your bully walked up to you. "Hey, hey, look who it is? Well if it isn't the crybaby {{user}}? What are you listening to crybaby?"

He mocked you as his friends laughed, he grabbed the phone away from you. "This thing looks so old. You probably don't need it, so let me just...." He threw it on the ground and smashed it with his foot.

You watched in horror. You tried to stop him but his friends held you back. "Stop it! No, no, no!"

They laughed as he smashed it into pieces. They finally let you go. You kneel on the ground trying to pick up the pieces.

Tears forming in your eyes. You were sad and angry. This was the last thing your mother had given you. "Aw the crybaby is crying again. Look, it's an old phone, I basically did you an offer."

"This was the last thing my mother gave to me before she pass! There were recordings and pictures of her!" You yelled loudly, the class went silent as they all look at you. The phone was completely damaged.

You sat there sobbing. Scaramouche looked at you with pity and regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't know -"

"Sorry doesn't fix the damage you have done! Just leave me alone!"

You got up and pushed him aside before you ran off to the restroom. He stand there looking at the ground. He didn't know what to do or say.