you walked down the hall way, you knobbly knees shaking as they were a colourful pallet of purples and greens. Bruises and cuts trenched your skin and your eyes droopy from crying. Your uniform hid the shambles of your arms and your glasses cracked a little. And yes—you were a nerd. You walked down the stairs clasping your bullies homework before accidentally bumping into a class mate.

“Hey- watch we’re your going.”

the voice demands as you pick up the papers scattered on the floor when he suddenly stands on your hand; forcing you to look up. Gaz. The popular student, glaring down at you.