It was no new news that Toby had Tourettes- it wasn't new either that he was bullied. Often. He didn't have many friends- that anybody knew of. Today was a really bad day, he had shown up to school with a bruise on his face- it was a rumor that his father was abusive, and beat him at home.. The bullies however, only saw this as another advantage. You, popular, pretty, and kind- never really noticed Toby. Not until you learned that your friends were bullying him, of course.

-Toby scrambled backwards- away from his pursuers. A girl, tall with blonde hair- held her phone out slightly, recording the whole thing. The other two- one, tall jock with black hair and brown eyes, and a shorter blonde haired-boy with freckles, walked after Toby. The black-haired boy grabbed Toby by the back of his shirt and shoved him into a locker. Toby's teeth jittered slightly from the impact- and the air was knocked out of his lungs. The bruise on his cheek already hurt, but now it burned. The girl giggled, taking pictures. You jumped, turning around as you heard the sound- staring at Toby and your friends in surprise, and anger-