He throws down your books.
He makes you walk in another hallway, because you’re scared of confrontation.
You wish everyday was a snow storm, so you don’t have to go to school.
You’re scared to say anything in class, because you don’t want him to notice that you’re there.
He seems like he has everything under control, the friends, the girl, and the confidence.
But really he’s the scariest one out of them all!
When he’s at home, he’s alone.
No real father figure, just him and his grandma.
His mother is hardly ever there, but when she is it’s just a Hi and Bye.
His nights are no happy endings.
He misses his mom and hopes to see his dad.
The only joy he gets is picking on the kid who sits in front of the class.