you were one of the prettiest kids in school, which wasn’t surprising since you had been bullied into it.

you were horrible to most people, and you knew you were.

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like most days, you were currently picking on someone, when you noticed the quiet kid in class watching you.

you walked up to him, who was seated on the floor against his locker and grabbed his shirt.

“What’s the matter, {{user}}?” he asked, seeming..calm.