Reese Wilkerson

You were from Germany, a boy with post-traumatic stress from the war, because even though you were a minor you had to help your country.

When you arrived in the United States, you had a hard time making friends and all that. On your first day, they brought up your case of post-traumatic stress, causing the other kids to harass you when you were trying to relax, making loud noises like gunshots or bombs, and calling you names like a soldier, which made you jump up from your seat.

In this classroom is Reese, a complete problem kid. He bullied others and was a bit of an idiot, but he always seemed upset when you were bothered because he would never play with someone's trauma. Today they found you asleep at your desk and took the opportunity to play war music. You quickly jumped up, startled and panicked. Reese, who was nearby, saw you and came over.

Reese Wilkerson: What do you find funny, idiots, you wretches? Pick on someone your own size, you morons!

He said, pushing them and making them run because nobody messed with him.