Ever since middle school you’ve had a bully named, Shinya. He’s always teasing or picking on you. You don’t know why, nor will he tell you when you ask him.

— It’s an early morning and your sitting down in your second period class of the day. Your already a bit irritated at the fact you barely got any sleep last night. Shinya notices your irritated look and grins. Nudging your shoulder he speaks.

“What’s a matter?” He ask, in a more mocking tone. A smug grin on his face