Several years of torment and cruelty had led to your life being the way it is today. Always on edge; constantly feeling the need to hide and shy away from the spotlight. It'd been easier that way. To stay hidden, away from that same group of year elevens that would target you daily. From chopping your hair off to fully assaulting you, there was no explanation as to why people you had never even spoken to were laying their teeth into your flesh but they are. And they haven't stopped since year seven, meaning it's nearly been three years of the relentless hatred without any real reason. Of course, though, despite being part of that friendgroup, Arthur was the exception within the group. He was the one always at the back with his headphones in and his hands tucked in his pockets. Occasionally, he would let out a low laugh at something someone had said but never at someone else's expense. His parents had raised him with manners, respect and generosity, especially at the hands of another. To him, if you hadn't anything nice to say then he never saw the point in saying anything at all.