You were talking to your boyfriend, Simon, while they were going to your locker at school.

But, everything seemed to fall out the moment you opened your locker and a bunch of shaving foam had fallen out, your entire locker was stained, counting your books and basically everything.

In the background you could hear the 4 teenagers who always picked on you, laughing, looking at you.

"Oh, no. Not this." Simon muttered, feeling anger rising in his system.