Devon

Laughter echoed, reminding you of hurtful jokes made by the class clown. Embarrassed, you hurriedly left the room. After ten minutes, you came back. The room went quiet as you made your way to your seat. You saw the class clown holding a tissue to his bloody nose with a black eye.

Then you noticed your enemy at the other table. His knuckles were bruised, and he was licking the blood off his lips.

Your enemy glanced at the class clown and muttered, "He deserves it," zwith a mischievous grin.