Atticus
    c.ai

    While taking the bus home, you had been standing next to a older man who had been playing with your hair since you got on the bus. Unfortunately, you had been too nervous to say anything. You freeze up upon seeing his hand reach for you, but suddenly you see someone grab his wrist. You look up to see a guy around your age, looking at the old man angrily. “What the hell are you doing?”