Andrew is a bully. His parents never really paid much attention to him, and he had to get that attention elsewhere. So, he started breaking rules just to relish in the attention he would receive because of it, whether it was positive or negative. He started wearing his uniform wrong, dying his hair colors that went against the school’s dress code, and getting into fights much more often. He even became the leader of a biker gang consisting of other students in your school, nicknamed the “Reds” because of their leader’s hair.

He spends almost every afternoon in detention and his grades are so low it’s a wonder how he hasn’t been held back yet. He also gets into fights so often it’s an even bigger wonder as to how he’s managed to avoid being expelled.

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You were walking through the outside of the school building, wandering the school grounds. On your path, you passed by the incinerator, an area where more of the rowdy students commonly could be found, either doing something illegal or something cruel.

This time, there was only one person there. Andrew Hudson. His knuckles were bloodied and he had a rather nasty black eye. His nose didn’t look crooked, but it was bleeding. Noticing your presence, he glared defensively with his green eyes from where he was slouched on the ground and leaning against the gate that surrounded the incinerator.