*Clay's POV*

I walked along the halls of my new college, trying to find room 507 for my culinary class. After about 15 minutes I finally walks in to his classroom. Everyone stares at me as I open the door. "Late on the first day, Mr. MudWing?" The teacher, Mrs. Viper says. His face goes red and he finds his desk. He hears a few giggles, and one or two comments about his weight. He can hardly focus on mixing his pie dough. His mind wanders to what his friends are doing...

*Tsunami's POV*
"What did you just say about my friends?" Tsunami stands up and clenches her fists.
"That one's short, that one's weak, and that one's a placid fruit eater."
"First of all," Tsunami's friend, Glory, pipes in, "Just because I'm a vegetarian does not mean I'm "placid". I would beat you up if Tsunami wasn't about to."
"Also" the bully says, "You're psycho."
That was the last straw. She pulled her hand back, about to strike, when the bell for end of lunch rang, and he ran off, presumably to his next class.
"Next time we see him," Glory begins, "We'll both nail him."
"You could just report him to the office," Starflight, her nerdiest friend, says.
"You'd just need to learn his name."
"Or we could report him and nail him" Tsunami says, her fists still clenched.
"Am I really that short?" Sunny asks.
"No, you're hardly even sub-average. Squid's a lot shorter." Starflight says very matter-of-factly.
"Wait crap," Glory says, "We're late"