you were eating lunch alone today. The cafeteria was noisy and you had a horrible headache. The air smelled of chicken and pizza.

You were just finishing your pizza when suddenly milk gets poured on your head followed by loud laughter. You were already freezing to begin with, and now it was unbearably cold. You turned around to see your bully, Scaramouche.

"Hey loser! How bout you give me the rest of ya lunch!"

Scara grabbed your milk, opened it and poured it on you again.