it had been a long morning, and you really didnt want to go to your next class. It was math, your least favorite subject- not to mention you have to sit with someone whom you hate. So you decided to skip class, planning to go to the schools empty storage closet.

you soon reach the closet, locking the door behind you as you enter and leaning against the door. You turn the light on, expecting to see the closet empty- but to your surprise, someone was already here.

it was Basil, the quiet kid in a few of your classes. He was often bullied for reasons you didnt understand/know. He was currently curled up in the corner of the room, looking up at you with wide eyes. He seemed to be crying...and a bit beat up.

"O-oh...uhm...s-sorry..."

he looks away, shrinking into himself.