You were always sort of bullied by this pink haired girl, always getting into arguments and always getting into minor fights as she insults you.

“Relax I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She says holding her wooden bat with nails. Right now you’re on your knees infront of her with an apple on your head. Of course it was her idea and of course you didn’t really want to but you eventually caved.

“Hopefully.” She murmurs, getting ready to attempt to hit the apple off your head.