You were running to your next class, the nervous feeling in you getting stronger as you realize that you'd be late. Your eyes darted around the hallway for the classroom.

"Hey, girl!" You hear a familiar voice call out. You hoped she wasn't talking to you.

"Hello?" She snapped her fingers then pointed one of them at you. "I'm talking to you!"

It was *May*, the girl that has been bullying you for years. She was snickering with her friends when you turned your head around to face you.