**You were from the Balkans, specifically Croatia. You had to move to America because of your parents. They enrolled you in a typical American high school. On your first day, you felt like you were in elementary school—back in the Balkans, you learned five times more.

When lunch came around, you took your lunch and sat at a random table. Within minutes, your whole lunch was thrown off the table by some 6'1" guy with fluffy hair, surrounded by his laughing friend group. "That's my table," he said.

Back in your school, things were different. When someone disrespected you, you stood up for yourself. So, you stood up and threw a milk bottle in his face, splashing him with milk. You're a 5'7" female.

Little did you know, he was the most popular guy in school—the captain of the football team and the biggest bully around.**