1 It all started with a Wiener

SPLAT! Greyson could feel something wet and cold slowly running down the back of his neck as he was eating his food.

*Hahahahaha!!

Everyone in the cafeteria started laughing as they saw Greyson in his miserable state. *sigh, Greyson wiped off the red mushy liquid that was on his neck. By now, Greyson was used to such antics as this has now become a weekly occurrence. Someone would throw something at him or bump into him in the academy just to taunt him.

"Hahaha, hey Greyson , I never knew you would look good in red, you should try it more often, hahahaha."

"Haha, yeah, your right, I'll keep that in mind Ian." Ian was your average, bully and would do whatever he could to cause a scene or beat someone up. He was very tall, at height of ft 6'02. However, he was more on the slimmer side but still had a strong build that showed he could take care of himself in a fight. He was a 2nd year at the academy.

People that joined the academy were usually 15 years of age and would continue to be there for 4 years.

Greyson was… not healthy. He has pale white skin, sunken eyes, hollow cheek bones and was short in height. He is ft 5'03, and has a small frame that looked like he break at any moment from a gust of wind. He was starting his first year at the academy.

Greyson wiped off the ketchup on his neck and sighed. He just wanted to eat his hot dogs in peace.

*tsk* Ian clicks his tongue. "I still don't understand how you can eat that stuff every single day, it's so sad and disgusting."

"They aren't that bad! What's wrong with eating what I love?"

"Are you serious right now?!?!"

Ian grabs Greyson by his collared uniform and lifts him off his seat.

"What did I say?!" Greyson yelled in fear.

"You little shit! You think you can raise your voice at me?! Do you know who I am?! I am a C-rank blessing holder! And you think that you can talk to me like that without a Blessing?! Please!"

Ian throws Greyson on the floor and a loud snap can be heard though out the cafeteria.

"Ahh"!! Greyson could feel that he had definitely broken a rib… maybe two… or three.

*ptuh! Ian spits on Greyson and mutters, "Pitiful."

Greyson could feel everyone staring at him, now sad that the "show" was over.

He could only take short, painful breaths and think to himself, 'Well, it could have been worse, at least I can look forward to tomorrow, it is my birthday after all. Maybe he found out and took it easy on me today.'

All the students started to leave the cafeteria, some "accidentally" stepping on him as they left.

When everyone finally left, he slowly got up, breathing heavily, a trudged himself to nurses office. "Well" he muttered to himself, "At least now I have a reason to say 'hi' to Debra today."