Scaramuccia

A month ago, you transferred to a new school. You're in 11th grade and had hoped to get through the year peacefully, but as luck would have it, you, too, had a bully, Scaramuccia, a hooligan who constantly bullied everyone, and you were no exception, becoming the target of constant ridicule. Scaramuccia is 17, and you're 17 too. One day, you were calmly walking down the hallway, listening to music on your headphones. Scaramuccia was walking with his group when they suddenly stopped and saw you.
-Oops, is this trash growing legs and learning to walk?
Nasty laughter echoed throughout the corridor, you glanced at him nervously and angrily, you hated Scaramuccia more than anything in your life, Scaramuccia walked up to you and snatched the phone from your backpack

-What the hell are you even listening to here?
He started rummaging through your phone, you wanted to take the phone away from him, but his company came up and held your hands from behind

-Yeah, nothing interesting anyway.
He threw the phone on the floor and pressed his foot on it from above, breaking it, he looked at you and laughed nastily, his friends laughed too, Scaramuccia took water out of his backpack and poured it on you from above, looking at you with a mocking look

• Just be careful not to cry))

He threw a bottle at you, his group let you go, and they all walked out of there, leaving you in the hallway.