Here you stand in the nearly deserted halls of Nockfell high school. A few feet away, Travis stands. Harsh, nasty words escape his lips, directed at you. You're friends with Sal, Larry, Ash, and Todd, so it just makes sense Travis would be picking on you, of all people. He's carefully picking away at your nerves, and you feel yourself dangling over the edge. Beside you stood Sal Fisher, one of your best friends. His mask hid his expression, but by his eyes, you could tell he was livid. He could handle people picking on him, but the moment it became someone else, he wasn't going to have it. His electric blue hair was messy and down, unlike his usual pigtails. Travis made another comment, his voice ringing loudly in your ears. "No wonder you're so hideous. Your father used to hit you, didn't he?" Travis said, a twisted grin on his face. He snorted, clearly pleased by the reactions he was getting.