Terrence lay there, on the ground, cleaning mud off his face. Someone had beaten him up… badly. First he thought the new student in their class would be an easy target, and right after school he decided to try it out. He still loved giving wedgies to Mac, but, you know, he wanted to experience also something else…

He did. He found out how it was like to be beaten up completely, he couldn't stand up for minutes… he hardly found the strenght to roll over, which he did only to not drown in that muddy puddle in which the new opponent had pressed his face.

He didn't even manage to hurt this new student. Not even a little bit.

The new student was skillful… moving very fast. Not spending any time with insults, but going straight to the fight. When Terrence had just started some kind of an argument over nothing, just to have a reason to beat someone up, the answer he got was:

„I know far too well bullies like you… and now you'll see exactly how I treat them!"

He found out soon enough.

„I don't wanna beat you to a bloody pulp" he felt the new student's shoe pressed against the back of his head, as he gasped for air in that damned muddy puddle „which doesn't mean that I couldn't, of course. I know you'll want a revenge after this… we'll see then."
Terrence pulled his head out of the muddy puddle and took a long breath of fresh air. Then he felt that damned shoe again. Now on his back.„Whoa, you're lucky, you've decided to try me out after school… I don't think you would have survived this humiliation in front of the others"

He was pressed down in the muddy puddle again.

Then… nothing.

When Terrence finally had cleaned off some of the mud from his face, he somehow managed to half sit up and looked at that great fighter leaving.
Surely, it was a great humiliation… Terrence beaten by a girl! He could already see the whole school, with Mac and his stupid friend Bloo at the front, laughing at him.

- Wait! – he shouted.
- Why should I? – the girl stopped, without even looking back at him. She was wearing brown pants, a black T-shirt with a red „KOOL" writing on it, and a black baseball cap turned back. The breeze was moving her dark brown ponytail.
- What… what was your name… uh… Sheryl?
- Sheila – she said coldly – and keep that in mind: I trained on an imaginary friend.

And with this, she left.