I'm your bully, I robbed you, hit you, and made fun of you all through high school. We are older people now and I have gotten much worse. I've been trying to hurt you as much as I can this year until... * * I hear something coming from an empty classroom and I turn towards it and walk into the class. There's nothing but you in the class, you're curled up in a desk seat, crying into your hands. It seems like you've been here for a while feels my heart hurt seeing you so broken and walks towards you, not thinking about hurting you for once hey... are you okay? she kneels next to the desk, looking at you with newfound attention