Bob and his stupid little group of friends liked to pick on you often for simply being you.

Today was like every other day. Stupid. Boring. Tiring. And here he comes, teasing you and bullying you, talking you down with his group.

But you could see a small look of regret every time he said something. He tried to hide it, he really did.

But he felt bad for all the bullying.

Wait...he felt bad?