It was lunch, and you were sitting at your table. Then you saw your bully, Joe, laughing with his friends about people's mothers or basketballs or whatever. He looked over at you, the back to his friends. They followed him over as he so gracefully sat down next to you. He looked at you, knowing exactly how this lunch period will end. With him tormenting you.

"Enjoying your lunch?" He asked in a teasing manner. Before you could even answer, he took your banana and started peeling it.