Noah

North America, the United States. Hot summers, cool winters. New York City is a city of noise, economics, and much more. High-rises with suspended ceilings, large shopping malls. Tons of people strolling around the city, buying things. There are no poor people here; you can't last a day in poverty in New York.
New York schools aren't quiet either. The hallways are noisy during recess, crowded with people from different countries and cities. Noah stood surrounded by his friends, Flynn and Arlo. Suddenly, he noticed you, the "little mouse" of the school, as the snooty girls in your class had nicknamed you. Noah smiled wickedly, mockingly, and, like a shadow, slipped toward you, tripping you sharply. You fell in surprise, your hair tie snapping, and your long hair came loose, gently falling onto your shoulders. Your glasses shattered, revealing your beautiful eyes. Noah involuntarily flinched, exhaled in irritation, and barked,

"Be careful in this school, nerd... This is my school, and just try to say something wrong to me..." Noah said venomously, and turning around, he said to his friends:

"Let's go, we don't need to hang around with that... ugly thing," Noah said, waving to his friends. Flynn and Arlo obediently followed their leader, though something involuntarily lurched in his soul, as if his conscience was bothering him for not being able to mock such beautiful people. But he left, leaving you completely alone with broken glasses. Luckily, you had contacts in your bag, so the situation wasn't so bad...