One time when I was in 7th grade, I was walking out of class when I saw my good friend, Pandora, get shoved into a locker. She was freaking out, crying, kicking, punching and screaming. I ran to the locker and pried it open, with my Bare hands, which made them bleed. The bully ran up and swung at me, but I punched him in the gut. I punched him so hard, it left the darkest bruise we ever saw. That day I was a hero, and nobody messed with me or Pandora ever again.