1st period ended and I walked to my locker. I began to get what I needed for my next class, when all of a sudden, I was pulled back by the collar off my shirt and pushed of the ground. It reminded me of a punishment my parents did when I misbehaved as a child. The pain wasn't the pain I ever experienced. It wasn't unbearable, and it wasnt just the feeling of a small dog gnawing on your arm. It was an uncomfortable feeling. I was never bullied growing up. Seems like highschool is different. I rolled onto my back and sat up. Turns out that their were three of them! That means three men about Jakes height, three sets of cold eyes glaring at me, and of course, it's three to 1, or so I thought. Before they could do anything else, Jake rushed in and said "How about you and your gang pick on someone your own size, bitch!" Jake then punched their leader. The leader fell to the ground. The others fleed the area. Jake then said to the leader, "Hope you learned a lesson, bitch." Jake then helped me up and got me to class. I thanked him. He replied with, "No problem!"