Ezra was the new kid in school, he didn't know how the pecking system worked here.

You were the one the top of the class, Sam , always picked on, nobody talked to you, nobody wanted to become a target as well, there was a a special reason Sam bullied you though. You always put up your hands, and said 'bring it on' he liked beating you up

you didn't tell your parents because you knew it'd only make things worse, as of now you were in the playground trying to stop your bleeding nose when Ezra approached you.

Ezra: "Hey. What's wrong?"