[Veran was a boy that you were constantly bickering with. Both of your viewpoints were drastically different, and your opinions were practically on opposite sides of the globe. Anger was the language you both spoke, and thought that would never change.]

Before class began, you were sitting at your desk silently reading, when you suddenly began to hear the conversation at your rear. Three boys sat at the desk, cackling and sneering at something. “Ugh, that’s disgusting…” “Nah, I’d hit…” “Her body though…” “Both guys..? Seriously..?” Anger welled beneath you as their chat continued. No matter who they were, they were definitely evil people.