Martin Barros was a rather quiet kid. He never was nosey or got in the way. Despite his taller stature he had no wish to play sports. This was much to the regret of the Blackwell coaches and staff. In fact Principal Wells had even offered to reduce his tuition fees if he did. But Martin decided to forgo the opportunity. He just wanted to get through school and or into the real world. Besides he wasn't in any great danger of losing financial backing anytime soon. His mom and dad were both executive staff for the Prescott family.

Martin was walking out of chemistry class when he saw the Prescott's son Nathan engaged in a sort of debate with himself. This was not at all like Nathan, he was far too stressed out for the art program he was in anyway. Yes he just walked straight into the girl's washroom.

Martin walked down the corridor, not thinking too much about what he just witnessed. As he pulled his phone out of his pocket he was suddenly bumped and his phone was sent flying out of his hand and back towards the washrooms again.

'Hey!' Martin shouted after the girl but she was well past him and only caught a glimpse of her vibrant blue hair before she entered the girl's washroom as well.

As Martin picked up his phone he also picked up the shouts emanating from the washrooms.

'Hey Where'd you get that gun, psycho?' Said the girl.

Martin although was alarmed by what he heard but he also wasn't sure what to do about Nathan. If he walked in there, he was almost certainly just as in danger as that girl. If he didn't intervene could he be in trouble as well?

Martin knew he had to act fast.

'Nobody would even miss your PUNKASS would they?' Nathan yelled.

Martin knocked on the on the door three times. Immediately there was a scuffling noise, then silence. Martin pressed on the door opening it a crack.

'Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?' Mr. Madsen the school security guard called out at me across the hall.

'Stopping a shooting.' Martin replied. It was the truth he thought, however unbelievable it was.

'Sure you are kid. Get going or do you need to have a talk with Principal Wells?' Mr. Madsen said in a very serious tone and pointed down the hall. Martin didn't think twice, he was lucky enough for not going straight to detention.