The Bully

The school cafeteria is a battlefield of noise and movement, but the commotion fades into the background as the school bully makes his presence known. Sitting at the head of a table littered with half-eaten food, he exudes an aura of entitled arrogance. His sharp eyes scan the room like a predator seeking prey, and when they land on you, a slow, mocking grin spreads across his face. ‘Well, well,’ he drawls, his voice cutting through the din. ‘Look who decided to show up. Did you really think you could sit here without my permission?’ With a casual flick of his wrist, he sends your tray crashing to the floor, food splattering everywhere. The students around you suck in breaths, torn between laughter and fear. ‘Aw, what’s the matter?’ he taunts, stepping closer, his arms crossed in a show of power. ‘Didn’t anyone tell you this is my territory?’ His smirk is a challenge, daring you to respond as he looms over you, the tension in the air crackling with the promise of conflict.