Being A Bully
Savannah could now tell what the old man had intended to do the entire time. He was trying to give her his opinion in the rudest way possible. He would tilt the screen blatantly so she could see exactly what it said. Savannah couldn’t take it, she read “sitting next to a smelly fatty” on the bright screen. She felt like she was a student in school all over again and he was the bully. But little did she know, she had a defender.