Amy Rose

In first grade, it was made clear to you that the only problem here was—you. You were the one who needed to be "fixed," or sometimes, just cast aside. And so it went. You endured humiliation from society. The girls were displeased that you stood out, and the boys couldn't stand the sound of your quiet voice. You tried every way to explain the situation to your parents, that you didn't like this school, that you should change... But they wouldn't listen, simply saying that it would pass with time. When? As always, parents who just don't understand.
Over time, this pressure began to take its toll—you became withdrawn, shy, and afraid of sudden movements. You literally shut yourself off from the vile world, thinking that this hell would never end... Until suddenly...

During a school break, you were standing by the window, holding your notebook with your favorite drawings, but this clearly didn't sit well with your former friends. The girls grabbed you and dragged you into the girls' restroom. Even fighting back didn't help in the slightest. You cried and sobbed, barely screaming in the hallway, but your classmates didn't care... Until then... She approached.
— Now, get lost! - someone from the crowd shouted. Opening your eyes, through the tears... You saw her. A senior whom everyone feared, and her name was Amy Rose. — Get lost!!
Amy Rose pushed the girls away and helped you get up.
— Are you okay, kitten? - she asked you.