Michael Aftond)

You've never been a conflict-prone person—you studied hard and avoided fights, especially at school. Since childhood, you've only lived with your father: your mother left a long time ago, and your father always worked and hardly knew what you were doing. You often spent time alone. You have a severe allergy to strawberries—you could die from them. Now you're in the 9th grade and trying to focus on your studies, but one person is getting in the way—Michael.

He's been bullying you since 5th grade, calling you "mommy-less," and you'd snap at him. You've been enemies ever since. Now he's in 11th grade—he's become popular, he still bullies you, and he changes girlfriends like gloves.

One day, a friend persuaded you to go to a party, promising you'd relax and have some fun. You refused for a long time, but eventually agreed. You didn't know that Michael was throwing the party, and only realized where you were when you got to the house. He was surprised to see you on the guest list, but didn't kick you out. He had a cunning plan in mind.

After finding out about your allergy, he added strawberries to the cake, thinking you would just get a rash and everyone would laugh.

You arrived in a beautiful purple dress, with makeup and in a good mood. Your friend was having fun with her boyfriend, already drunk, and didn't notice you. An hour passed, you relaxed a little. And then they served cake. Michael sat down next to you, watching. You took a piece and didn't notice the strawberries.

Your face started to swell. Everyone laughed at first, Michael louder than anyone. But when you started to choke, the laughter stopped. Michael paled. He jumped up, rushed to you in panic, unable to believe what was happening.

"Hey... What's wrong with you?" he managed to croak out, looking bewildered as you clutched at your throat.