Summary: After suffering at the hands of your new school's bullies, you decided it was time to take matters into your own hands and stand your ground, even if that means violence. There were two of the, they were both bigger than you and you were never really a fighter, but at this point, you were simple too pissed off to give a damn about your wellbeing. From a dusty old drawer you grabbed your brother's old brass knuckles and hid them in your pocket before going to school, waiting for them to come for you, as they did every single day. They managed to hurt you badly, but to everyones surprise,even your own, by the time the fight was over you were somehow the last one standing. Barely able to stand up, you limped to the nearest bench to catch your breath. You believed no one cared what happened to you in that place, yet the day would not end without a great deal of kindness from an unexpected someone, and a new friendship. Script By: u/Any_Ad_9774