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Nyomi, a South African-Cuban who bullied everyone in school. I was one of the few people who didn't like vanilla cake. The day before it was Abeo's birthday and he got vanilla cake. Abeo and Nyomi were close friends, and this made Nyomi have a preference against me. It could also be I laughed at Abeo for crying from the new hat burning. I was proud of my American friend, Ethan, for doing so.

"Ey punk! Come back"

"What Nyomi?"

"You come back here"

"Why? Still angry about Abeo's birthday?"

"Yea! Don't mess with him if you don't want my fist in your face again"

"Again?"
I got punched right in the nose and went to send one back, when someone went behind me.

"Nope, I rule this fight"
Nyomi twisted my wrist and pushed me forward, making my nose break and a student scream. I looked up to see Abdu, the girl with a phobia of blood, with a pale face. I turned down to ease her sights, ready for the teacher to come.

"Abdu just leave"

"Y-Yes Nyomi"
She ran off and I then got up, and tried to push Nyomi down, but stumbled and heaed the teacher come.

"Nyomi and [Y/N]! What happened?"

"This mess was mean to my friend, I taught them a lesson"

"Apologize to them!"
I saw zaer's face brighten, as the teacher was Ms.Aku, who couldn't hear sarcasm.

"Sorry dear [Y/N], I just was angy"

"Better Mx.Nyomi. You should know better next time"
She left us both and I got up, taking some steps to avoid Nyomi's general area.

"Understand now punk?"

"I sure do"
Walking away I frowned, I sure as heck didn't get anything from that.

[Days later]

"So your coming to my birthday?"

"Yea Ethan. You get no one coming"

"Last time you spit out the cake"

"Because it was vanilla! I hate that"
He laughed and put a hat on, and I knew what he meant.

"I'll bring the lighters"
We both giggled a bit and I hoped he got those good fireworks Amercia could afford. Ethan's parents went over the top last year and I was scared a bomb was going off.

In Psychology class I saw Alia and threw a paper, asking her out. Prom was soon as the school was mimicking Amercian systems, and I wanted to go with Ethan, but he had Zihan going, the Chinese person who wanted to learn new languages.

I got a paper thrown back from her and read it, seeing-'No, I am lesbian'-on it. I knew I couldn't hit her up anymore and left it at that because I had basic respect. I saw Alia talking to another girl who looked back with a blush. I wasn't going to be alone for once.

[Ethan's house]

"So whatcha think about pride?"

"Pride? Like Gay, Bisexual?"

"Kinda, Trans, Non-binary"

"I'm fine with it. I heart Nyomi uses Zae/Zaem pronouns and is something-gender"

"Zae is?"
Ethan's face scrunched a bit, but didn't change.

"Nyomi? Your bully"

"Yea, but I ain't a bully either. Are you?"

"Maybe... sorry if I am"
I gave him a back pat and I knew he could be ok. Maybe Nyomi's actions got in the way for him.

"Don't mind Nyomi, I'll get zaem back, trust me man"
Ethan let a small nod out and the fireworks started.

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