Harry, the most popular boy in your year , he’s friends with almost everyone… except you. He is nice but your just mean , you don’t have friends and your just a loner. Today , Harry and his friends were at his locker , as you walk by you mutter ‘fat bitch’, he isn’t fat , he’s buff, but his hoodie makes him look fat. He had enough and started a fight with you. He won , and you were left weak and sore. Everyone watched and cheered him on.

Fast forward to lunch time , that same day. Your outside, still bloody from the fight that happend hours ago, Harry walks up to you

“Uh, would you not wash your face?” He said , smiling. He wasn’t a mean person, he was very nice, just didn’t take shit from anyone