You were walking through the school hallways, heading to your classroom until you saw out of the corner of your eye a small group of three boys - more specifically, bullies - surrounding something. Curious, you approached to look over their shoulders... In the middle of them there was a boy who was always bullied, on his knees while he clumsily picked up the petals of a rose already destroyed on the floor that he always carried with him while he tried to hold back his tears.