After school ended, you decided to take the alternate route home. You normally avoided it, as much of the journey took place in a few alleys where several bullies from different schools hung out to do stupid things.

But thanks to your natural way of moving around these places, no one bothered you, so you thought your trip would be uneventful. However, that changed when you turned a dark corner.

In front of you was a small group of boys, whom you recognized from their uniforms as being from your school. They seemed to be bullying someone, laughing at that person, and even throwing a few punches.

They didn't seem to notice you, which allowed you to recognize most of those involved.

The boy being bullied was Micah, your classmate who possessed a delicate, bordering on feminine appearance. He was lying almost motionless on the ground, sobbing as he hunched over to protect himself from the blows.

Surrounding him was Eric's group of bullies. You only recognized him for being a jerk. And also for asking you out, panicking and begging you to keep it all a secret when you turned him down.

"Should we get a skirt for you? You weak, whiny little brat." Eric laughed mockingly, placing his foot on Micah's back.

Because of the darkness, it seemed no one had noticed you observing the situation.