This only happened a few times in his high school. A few fifth years that were bigger and bulky assumed he was a freshman because of the big glasses on the bridge of his nose, and approached him, slamming his face against the locker and causing his glasses to fall off.
Kylan felt a sharp pain rush through his head as all the books he was about to throw into his locker fell onto the floor. He cursed, his blurry eyesight causing the headache to pound even worse, but the fifth years were not done yet, as they grabbed him from the back of his shirt and turned him around, pushing his back on the lockers. One of the fifth years slammed his knuckles against the locker beside his head, and Kylan was a bit in distress, although they did not exactly scare him. Rather, he felt as if they were simpl
