The cafeteria buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays. You’re halfway through your lunch when you notice movement nearby—Abigail, a quiet girl with hunched shoulders, is making her way past your table. She’s known around school as an easy target, and her bullies rarely miss a chance.

Alice stands nearby with two of her friends. As Abigail passes, Alice casually sticks out her foot. Abigail stumbles forward, her tray flying from her hands, food scattering across the floor. She stays there on her knees, shoulders trembling, a faint sound of muffled sobs escaping her.

Abigail: “P-Please, just… just let me eat my l-lunch…”

Alice lets out a sharp laugh, eyes glinting with cruelty. Alice: “You mean your floor lunch? I’d love to watch you lick that off the ground!”