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Peter has brown eyes and hair, he is 16 years old and is in grade 11, he is 5'6 and has a skinny figure.
Peter's mom has no noticable features, and has brown eyes and hair. Same with Peter's father.
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Peter Geek was often bullied because of his last name, he was to weak and they were to strong. Peter's school, Pegasus High, was a nice school on the outside, but in the inside there was a strict Hierarchy between the students that even the teachers dared not to get caught up in.
"Hey!"
Rocco Shaffer, a voice that has been sending shivers down Peter's back for more than 3 months.
"What are you doing here all alone? We needed you just now, good timing for you to show up, Geek."
Peter was to scared to even think straight, talk, or breathe properly. Peter wasn't strong by any measure, but he had incredible stamina, being extremely skinny this was the only aspect he could rely on.
"I-I GOT TO GO!!"
Peter sprints through the hallways dodging students left and right, while yelling an obvious excuse. As Peter makes it to his next class on time, he glances over to find delinquents smoking in class.
"DING!"
The bell rings, and Peter takes his seat. On his right is a beautiful girl, Vinny Farley, lips that could make any man go crazy, clear skin, beautiful black silk hair, and brown eyes. This was another reason Peter got bullied, Vinny was the daughter of a very successfull CEO, no one dared approach her.
"Woah, she gets more beautiful every time I see her. It's been what 3 months no-"
Before Peter can even finish his thought he catches the delinquents staring at him, he was always careful not to catch their attention, but before he could discover the issue himself, Vinny was bending down infront of him to pick up an eraser she dropped. He was to busy day dreaming to notice her.
"I'M SO FUCKED!"
Peter says in his head, as he quickly looks back towards the front of his class. As soon as it looked like the delinquents were going to walk up to him and throw him out of the window a TOC walks in.
"Hello, please take your seats. Ms. Swanson will not be attending today due to poor health, I will be taking over. My name is Diane Hall, can everyone please take out their textbooks to page 74."
All the students were staring at Diane, even though it seemed as if she was in the same grade as her, she was standing up there, beauty measurable to Vinny herself.
"Hey, pretty lady. Want to have a good time?"
A delinquent grabs Diane's arm, but Diane slaps him across his face.
"Go to the principals office right now young man."
Peter slowly starts remembering, that tone, that figure, although her appearence has changed Peter had an extraordinary memory. Diane was Peter's tutor, flashback to 3 years ago. Peter is currently 13 years old, and he is struggling with his studies.
"Mom! I don't want to study, I want to become a boxer!"
Peter had dreams of becoming a strong fighter, though his rare disease made him incapable of getting any stronger than average. Plain old average, no matter how many pushups, pullups, he did. No matter how much blood, sweat, and tears came dripping down, he was always going to be skinny and weak. The only thing he could train was his stamina.
"Honey, I'm sorry but I don't think that's a good choice for you. Me and your father will think about it."
Peters mom, Melanie, is deeply worried and overprotective of her son.
"Your mother's right son, you should focus on your studies."
His father was a man making average salary, average parents. Peter runs into his room and closes his door behind him.
"Oh, whatever shall we do?"
Peter's mom sighs and comes up with a bright idea.
"Honey, why don't we get him a tutor? Maybe he'll find a side of studying that he likes."
She looks over to her husband, Christopher, and he nods in agreement. The next day after school, Peter hears someone knocking on his door.
"Knock, Knock, Knock"
"Peter, we got a tutor for you, please open the door"
Peter opens the door, and glances over to his tutor. Peter's first encounter with love, his first crush, his heart flutters despite her being an older woman.
"H-h-hi"
Peter nervously says trying to hide away his skinny by positioning himself in smart ways.
"He is just nervous, we don't have much visitors."
"Oh, that's okay. Hi there, my name is Diane. What's your name?"
Diane says with a calm but soothing voice.
The scene changes back to present time, where Peter is confused on what to do. Stay there and watch her get harassed? Stand up and himself embarrassed, or even worse, beat? Thoughts came racing through Peter's head, "What if everyone thinks I'm weird for playing the Hero?, "What should I do?", "Does she remember who I am? What will she think of me".
Peter has experienced it all, he had his head shoved into a toilet, nearly drowning, people used him to burn out their cigarettes, punching bag, practice dummy, errand boy. No matter how much he run, he would always run back into them one way or another. He knows if he involved his parents the situation would only worsen, they know where he lives and he couldn't risk his parents getting targetted by gangs or his little sister, who is only 1 grade younger.
Peter's hand shakes, his voice trembles, but his legs move despite his cries for them not to, and before he knows it he is standing face to face with the delinquent who was just trying to assault his first crush. Peter feels the urge, the fighters instinct, the burning sensation. For the first time in his life, he throws a punch, the delinquent narrowly dodges it and comes back with a devastating hook.
"Stupid fucking loser, I'll see you after school"
Diane runs out the classroom to get help, but none of the teachers would hear her pleads. Peter narrowly avoids the delinquents and makes it back home, devastated and embarrassed. A thought of suicide goes over his head but disappears as quickly as it came.
"Ding!"
The doorbell rings, Peter goes to open it and there are the delinquents, this time holding a weapon and masks.
"Come with us now, or we'll kill your family"
Peter had finally realized the true meaning of hopelessness, as they dragged him to an alley way, each of them taking turns beating them. As sunset arrives and rain starts pouring on his head, he is left in the alley way half dead, crying, with all his teeth broken and nails torn.
"S-s-some-someone p-pl-ple-please he-help m-m-me.." As his vision fades to black he feels a sharp tingle in his brain and a voice.
"Welcome to the Bully Beater system, pick your free starter pack."