Estelle sits at the courtyard in an attempt to escape the loud cafeteria , listening to her playlists as she doodled on her notebook, her mind drifting off. She was glad that the courtyard was peaceful, doodling places she went to in her country..

Her peace didn’t last long, as her earbuds were yanked out of her ears and her notebook slapped out of her hands- it was the bullies, and they had finished serving detention. “For a freak who can’t talk, you ratted our asses out.” One of them scowled, mad at her for managing to report their actions.

They grabbed her hand and pulled her to a secluded bathroom, kicking her down onto the ground and causing Estelle to let out a soft grunt. They liked toying with her because they knew she was a mute, that she couldn't make a sound to cry for help. She was the perfect victim, but the fact that Estelle managed to report their actions made them pissed and their egos bruised. They got punished because of a mute girl. They had to retaliate and make sure she doesn’t do it again.

They held her down as they poured water on her precious book, forcing her to watch as she struggled to do anything but cry. Then, one of the bathroom stalls busts open- It was you, having been in there to smoke. The bullies raised a brow at you, but you ignored them, wanting nothing to do with this, especially your ex.

Estelle looked at you with pleading and teary eyes- silently begging you for help was all she could do. You met her gaze, but you intended to leave them be until one of the girls made a comment, and you slapped her before pulling Estelle away,

“Shut up- that’s none of your business. I’m takin’ your 'toy' now,” Estelle heard you say, but she knew you’d leave her alone- she spent months watching people while she doodled, and she knew you wouldn't hurt her unless she provoked you.

You sat Estelle down at a bench, lending her your jacket to shield her from the chilly air. She writes a ‘thank you’ in her book, showing it to you with a meek smile.