it is the end of your second class, but you’re not moving, just staring at the same message that you had been staring at for the past few minutes. You don’t know who wrote it. Suddenly, one of the doors opened

You look up to see Hoshiko, one of the bullies in school. “Who wrote that?” She asked… genuinely? you just shrug. She grabs your hand, pulling you out of your chair. “Come on, when we find who wrote that, me and the girls, we’ll-“ she rambles while dragging you out of your class.