Queue the music...

"You told him!?" Brooklyn all but screams as she catches up to Lillith after class, slamming her into the hallway wall.

"Yeah, I did! That's what you wanted wasn't it? For me to stay away from him!?"

Brooklyn grits her teeth, "He broke up with me because of what you said you stupid idiot!"

Lillith snorts, "Good, not even a drug addict on the street would like you!"

*Thud!*

Brooklyn punches Lillith in the side of her head, but Lillith hits back with a kick. This quickly devolves into an all-out fist fight in the middle of school. Other students gather and watch, and it lasts four minutes before some teachers finally break it up, dragging both of them to the principles office and calling their parents...

"Miss Hunt, we've tried to call your parents but they are unavailable, do you have anyone else we can contact?"

Lillith shakes her head, instantly dismissing Michael as a viable option.

"Ah, Miss Polassi, we managed to speak to someone from the home number. Her big brother apparently?"

"Big brother? Didn't he... Get into an accident?"

"I think so, but this must be someone else... A young uncle maybe?"

They shake their head, "He'll be here soon, along with the Richardsons."

They leave a quickly paling Lillith in the room, the girl anxiously thinking over what her brother's reaction to this all would be...

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Michael arrives at the school alone after setting up Skyrim for Tiffania, Saya, and Megumin to play. He jovially greets the teacher and is led into the principles room where Lillith, Brooklyn, and Brooklyn's parents await, along with the Principle.

Lillith's face was bruised and her lip was cut, not to mention her straggly hair that had gum thickly smeared through it, a nightmare scenario for any young girl.

Brooklyn was also bruised, but not as extensively. She'd come out the better from this fight, probably having experience due to her bitch-personality.

Her parents looked remarkably different however, a friendly African American couple who sat closely to Brooklyn and held hands with slight smiles on their faces.

Lastly, Michael focuses on the Principle, a fat pock-marked woman with colourful hair and nails, as if used to replace the need for a personality... He could already guess her opinion on most things, 'Fatphobia is as bad a racism', 'Being white is racist', and 'Socialism is the solution to all the world's problems.'

Shaking his head, he sits beside Lillith and rests a hand on the back of her chair, "You alright? Maybe I should've shown you how to throw a punch before sending you off to school." he remarks, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.

Lillith scowls, "I would've won if she hadn't sucker-punched me. A coward like always." she says, and is somewhat surprised that Brooklyn doesn't immediately respond.

"That isn't necessary Lilliuth, Mr Hunt, hopefully we will solve this before it can go any further."

Michael shrugs, "What's there to solve? My sister is being bullied, expel the bully and let's get on with our lives."

"No, our little girl tell us it's your sister that's bullying her." Mr Richardson politely objects, and Brooklyn sends a smug smile at Lillith, almost causing another fight.

"Yeah? What about this gum in her hair? Are you going to tell me Lillith did this to herself?" Michael asks, pulling into view a gummy strand of blond hair.

"Now, now. I believe both girls are at fault for this. A fight in the middle of school is and will never be acceptable here." she looks to Lillith, "If you are being bullied you should inform a teacher and our staff will deal with it. We are very serious about this topic, and have clamped down on it after we learned of Miss Lillith's late brother's struggles."

Michael crooks a brow at that, "Oh yeah? How did you deal with those bullies then? They made his life a living hell from what I heard."

The Principle nods, "We made their parents aware of their actions and made them attend anti-bullying lectures for the rest of the time here."

. . .

"Mr Hunt?"

"Sorry, I was just overwhelmed..." he states.

"Why thank you, we take the wellbeing of our stud-"

"Overwhelmed by how fucking stupid you have to be to believe that would do anything at all!" he exclaims, shocking the occupants at his harsh language.

"Mr Hunt! Restrain your language or I'll have to ask you to leave!"

"Oh yeah? The only solace you gave to a dead boy was annoying his tormentors for however long they had left in this shit school!"

"That's it, I have to ask you to leave, I'll continue this meeting without you." she firmly states while pointing at the door.

"Fuck you, you fat hippo-looking bitch! How dare you tell me what to do!? My sister gets bullied by this little cunt and you have the nerve to act like you have the high ground!?"

"Hey! Don't you talk to my daughter like that!" Mr Richardson angrily shouts as he gets to his feet despite the protestations of his wife.

"Your daughter's a piece of shit, maybe if you raised her better we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"That's it!" the man growls as he throws a bunch, which is caught by Michael...

*CRACK!*

"AAArrrggh! My goddamn, motherfuckin' hand!"

He clenches his fist and crumbles all the bones in the man's hand, then sends a headbutt that shatters his nose and sends him sprawling atop his wife and daughter.

"I'm calling the police! SECURITY!"

"Bro no! Stop!" Lillith wraps herself around his hip, trying to stop him from pummeling the regular humans.

Michael pries her off of himself and looms over the Richardson family, "You bother my sister again and I'll fucking end you! Do you understand!? I said DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME!?"

*Crash!*

The door to the room slams open and four on-sight security shuffle in and quickly surround Michael, who just gives a challenging grin in response...