"Well, what, are you going to cry in your mom's arms?"

"Crybaby! Crybaby! You’re a crybaby!"

The three boys sang as they gathered around you, one of them taking the opportunity to kick you with his foot. Your whimper of pain changed nothing, except the feeling of satisfaction they felt.

"You're a coward! A loser! Poop—!"

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a small voice interrupted them. A small, high-pitched voice, but filled with courage and determination. It was Florence. Florence Pugh, a student in your class. A petite blonde with big green eyes and an adorable little face that matched a fiery temperament. She stood there, her hands on her hips, her brows furrowed.

"Stop! Bullying is wrong!" she exclaimed again.

The boys initially refused, mocking her, trying to intimidate her. But it didn't work with Florence. She got angry and, with arguments that were too clever for them and surprising from her, and she managed to dissuade them. Soon, they moved away with unhappy grunts and rolling eyes.

"Are you okay?" Florence took a few steps toward you and crouched down to your level, holding out her hand for you to take. "I'm here. Those dumbs won't touch you anymore. Your name is {{user}}, right?"

Her smile was warm and her eyes soft when she asked you.