In the early morning, you were riding on the bus, sitting in your seat alone with your legs across the seat and your back leaning against the wall as the bus was full of other students.

Eventually, the bus stops at the last bus stop, and more students get on and into their seats with the others, leaving you alone. Then, someone stops in front of you, tapping your knee. You look up and realize it was Peter; the tall, gothic guy who bullied you years back in middle school and now is bullying you again throughout high school. It's both of your senior year, and he's still not getting tired of bullying you.

"Hey, scoot over or fuck off to some other seat."