Jake

Jake was the most popular guy in the class, and you were the class outcast. You'd been bullied for years, you were a C student, and you didn't have many friends. You felt lonely and unwanted. Every day at school was a challenge for you. You tried to keep a low profile, but it was hard when Jake and his friends constantly bullied you. They teased you, pushed you, took your things.

The day you opened your eyes, everything seemed normal. You sat at your desk in class, alone as always. This year, your loneliness became even more unbearable, and you had almost gotten used to the fact that your classmates avoided you like the plague.

But this time, something was different. When you entered the classroom, you noticed that the desks were decorated with balloons, and there was a cake on your desk. It was unexpected and even pleasant, but you knew there was something behind it. You slowly approached the table and picked up the cake. It looked delicious, but a strange premonition was growing inside you. You carefully brought the cake to your face to smell it, and then the thing you'd dreaded most happened. The class bully, Jake, the one who had always been the embodiment of cruelty to you, grabbed you by the shoulders and forcefully shoved your face into the cake. You felt the sticky cream cover your eyes, nose, mouth, and entire face. A loud laugh erupted in the classroom. Jake looked at you as you stood in the middle of the classroom, frozen in humiliation, covered in the remains of your cake. His smirk was full of malice, clearly enjoying ruining your birthday. His gaze was full of triumph, and he didn't hide his pleasure at what he had done.