You were sitting in class as usual, texting your dad about your new step mom. You were simply expressing your concerns to her, before he snatched your phone..

Scaramouche had been your bully for what felt like ages. As he took it out of your hands, he began to read the texts with a cocky smirk.

“Damn, you must be a total daddys girl, huh..?” He cooed in an arrogant manner in front of his friends, dangling your phone by his face.