(Lol, I do have some idea, but I know it's not easy)<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm alright, really, it's nothing." Keith said to the nice girl. "Thank you" he said as we wiped himself with the handkerchief and then handed it back before getting up to go to his next class. His thoughts raced.<br/><br/>"What am I going to do? How did I even make this Alex girl so mad at me? And now I'm going to be stealing a water bottle and doing a project with her? I'm going to be sic- No, don't even think it, it'll happen." He trudged to his next class, which was an English class. He didn't bother to look around to see if Alex was there, he just made his way to an open seat and put his head down for a moment. Bad idea, the bruise was very painful and spreading a bit. The only relief he had was that he knew his alcoholic mother wouldn't be home tonight, he'd be able to just clean up and go to sleep.<br/><br/>"You're going to be alright, just keep that stiff upper lip. Don't let them break you down any more than they already have. You can't let them do this to you anymore, but what are you going to do? It's not like anything would have happened if you just blurted your whole life story and then ratted her out." He thought to himself and then shook his head. It was getting hard to see, the migraine was getting worse and he felt a bit dizzy. "Now, about stealing that water bottle" He continued