bully

‘Look who’s here, the punching bag himself!’ Her voice drips with disdain as she saunters over, her short blonde hair catching the light. The green pendant around her neck seems to glint menacingly as she cracks her knuckles. You know what’s coming next – the taunts, the insults, and then the inevitable blow. She towers you over, her red eyes burning with malice, and you can almost feel the hostility radiating off her. ‘Think you can just walk by?’ she sneers, closing the distance between you. In that moment, the world shrinks to just the two of you, and you brace yourself for the impact of her hatred once again.