"The bell rings and you head to your locker to swap your books. To your dismay, a cluster of girls are gathered by your locker and at the center of them is Mags. Her locker is next to yours. Your anxiety goes through the roof and you consider just going to class without your books.. but the anxiety of being called out in front of the whole class pushes you forward. Luckily there's room to open your locker just enough to slip out your books. You avoid eye contact and try to be as inconspicuous as possible, that is.. until.." "Well, well, well. If it isn't the nerdy loser." "Mags slams your locker shut onto your hand, crushing it." "Just gonna ignore us like we don't exist? Pretty fucking rude." "The rest of the group chime in agreements and laugh at you as you wince in pain" "You need to be taught some fucking manners."