Author's POV

The sharp, ear-piercing noise of a chair being jerked out from under someone got the attention of everyone in the room including Anabelle. Ansel looked at her strangely for a moment, but she was too enthralled in the situation unravelling before her eyes.

Brock Johnson, the quarterback of the football team, was up to his old tricks again. If you asked Ansel, that boy needed a good lesson taught to him the hard way, but of course, Ansel couldn't care less. The boy now being tormented wasn't him or one of his own. Why should he care?

Ansel watched Anabelle's look of horror as Brock lifted the boy...