"What did you say about me?"

The punk twisted his cigarette between his fingers.

"I called you a faggot with a girly ass name."

There was a scuffle as Kamille rushed forward to punch the punk in the face. Several of the punks friends flanked him, and instantly Kamille was on the ground. The punk laughed and took a long drag on the cigarette.

"Boys boys, remember your etiquette lessons. It's not polite to hit girls."

Kamille spat on the punks shoes.

"You're just scared to fight me!"

The punk stared down at his feet.

"Hey now little girl, don't you know it's not polite to spit on someone's shoes?"

He poked the toe into Kamille's cheek.

"Clean it off."

Kamille gave him a defiant look.

"Go fuck yourself."

The punk kicked Kamille in the eye.

"FUCK ETIQUETTE! NO ONE DISRESPECTS ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!"

His friends took this as a sign and Kamille was beaten mercilessly. However, soon the punks became bored and they all left him there, a ragged somewhat bloody mess. After some time, Kamille stood, dusted himself off, and walked to the nearest vending machine. He purchased a cold soda and pushed it against his eye before beginning the long walk home. His house was dark as usual as both of his parents were at work. Regretting the decision to throw the living room lights on, he immediately flopped down on the couch. Next door his neighbor, Fa, peered through her bedroom window.

"Kamille is home!"

She gathered up her stuff and rushed over. She rang the doorbell, and when she got no answer she tried the door and found it was unlocked. She groaned and pushed her way inside.

"Kamille you left the door unlocked again! You know that's not safe— Kamille!"

She ran over to him and rolled over his non responsive body. He gave her a look of annoyance.

"I was taking a nap and you woke me up."

"What happened to you?"

Kamille covered his eyes with his arm.

"Nothing okay? I just got in a little fight."

"A little fight? Kamille your eye is completely black and your nose looks completely broken!"

He rolled over.

"Just a fractured wrist, that's all."

"Just a fractured wrist?"

"Yeah, and a concussion."

"AND A CONCUSSION?"

He groaned and curled up into a ball, covering his ears.

"Fa please stop screaming.. you're giving me a headache…"

Fa opened her mouth to berate him again but then just sighed.

"You're an idiot."

She stood abandoning her things on the table and lowered the lights. Then, she went back to her house to get her first aid kit. Returning, she found that Kamille had wedged himself in the space between the couch and the table. She shook her head and pulled the table back.

"Fa, I don't need any bandages okay, I'm fine."

She propped him up against the couch and began to slowly wrap his wrist up.

"What happened this time?"

Kamille groped around for his soda and pressed it against his eye again.

"They called me a faggot."

"Words words words…"

"Then he tried to make me shine his shoes with my face and I told him to go fuck himself."

Fa gently rested his wrist in his lap before pulling the soda away and applying a gauze bandage to his eye. He closed his other eye and rested into her.

"I'm tired…"

Fa looked down at him.

"Makes sense. You walked home with all these…"

Fa realized that Kamille had fallen asleep and smiled. She gingerly finished bandaging his injuries before letting him sleep against her shoulder. Then she grabbed her books and began to do Kamille's homework.