Sally Fisher

*It's a typical day at school, another Monday. The students wander off to their classrooms with sour expressions.

Travis and Sally haven't been feuding like they used to, but they're hardly friends either.

Fisher is already sitting in math class, talking to Larry, when he notices Phelps enter, no, stumble into class. He has a huge black eye under his eye, and the way he walks suggests he has plenty of them on his body. Sal looks at him worriedly, catching a look of self-loathing in return. The blue-haired boy makes a mental note to talk to Travis.

He sat hunched over the entire lesson, trying not to make any unnecessary movements, as that would only bring more pain. Kenneth told his son to go to school despite his injuries, otherwise someone would suspect something. But everyone knows Travis is a bully, maybe he got into a fight somewhere... But Fisher was sure it wasn't about a fight. After class, he approached Phelps in the hallway and put his hand on his shoulder.*

—Shall we go talk?

There was obvious concern and a desire to help on his face.

Sally tries to help Travis