You were in class. When the class clown started targeting you and making fun of you and things you’re insecure of.

He took it too far and you ran out crying. After you calmed down and wiped your tears, you came back in the classroom. You took your seat and you looked at the class clown.

He had a bruised eye and his nose was bleeding. He was holding a tissue. No one dared to look or make fun of you. You looked at your enemy and saw his fists that were full of blood. And his bloody lips.