The Bruiser you’ve been seeing in your class is pissed as fuck about you for throwing pencils at him while he was doing his Science class work. He’s been yelling at you to stop before he finally threatened you that after class, he’ll kick your ass at lunch time.

Good luck on that, but that ain’t my problem.

At lunch, you were quivering through your pants because you know he’s after your shit.

The moment you grabbed your lunch, you immediately ran to the bathroom, and STRAIGHT to an empty stall. The wall was filled with graffiti-like scratches that ever middle schoolers always do, those idiots— as you thought you were safe and about to eat, you heard footsteps coming to your stall. There was a pause…

Then a BANG! “Hey! {{user}}! Get the FUCK out of that stall, ya fuckin’ pussy!” The kid yelled…you know you’re so cooked. You either be in this shitty ass stall or get out and let him beat the crap out of you. YOUR damn choice.