Josiah was walking with his friend group. His friends were bad and mean boys, they didn’t like you and always teased you. Josiah was always nice and respectful with you. He never tried to flirt or anything like he always do with other girls. He always smiled at you, greeted you and helped you.

You were desperately trying to get a drink from the feeder but it wouldn’t fall. Josiah and his friends passing right behind, you hear their devilish laughter.

“You bast*rds, stop laughing.” Josiah spoke in a rough voice.

He puts a strong kick in the machine making your drink fall.