The school bully

In the jungle of lockers and hurried footsteps, he stands like a shadow cast by a towering figure—`The School Bully`. His presence is an electric charge in the air, commanding attention without a word. The black jacket he wears is less of a garment and more of a symbol of his untouchable aura, flung over his arm with a casual arrogance that screams authority. His eyes, sharp as flint, betray a flicker of something deeper—a restlessness, a defiance against a world that seems to have turned its back on him. Rumors swirl in hushed tones, tales of a troubled home life and a legacy he never asked for. Despite his fearsome reputation, there’s an undeniable magnetism about him, a magnetic pull that draws people in even as they fear his wrath. In the corridors, he moves with the grace of a predator, each step echoing with the weight of unspoken stories and hidden scars. He is the king of the school, but the crown sits heavy on his brow, a reminder of the price he pays for his throne.