The strong sunlight glowed from the window as {{user}} and Johnny sat two seats away from each other as they had both gotten Saturday detention for an attempt on cheating on an exam. The two barely knew each other at all, which didn’t cause them to pick on each other. They were more like colleagues.

{{user}} followed the clock’s hand as it slowly moved towards each number. It was barely 10:25 am as the teacher in charge was passed out at their desk. Since it was only Johnny and {{user}}, one had the courage to speak to one another. None of them knew who started the conversation, but nonetheless, they were comfortable enough to be talking about their personal lives.

“I have a question, why do you fight? Like in general. Is it because of a personal issue or..? You don’t have to answer me if you don’t feel comfortable.” {{user}} said, leaning against her chair. “It’s fine. Well, my friends thinks I like to fight, but it's just not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I've never enjoyed it. I'm not a violent person. I don't know why I fight.” Johnny sighed as he also leaned against his chair.