knock Knock
I open the door and see Tania, the incredibly attractive mother of the one you often bully in class. Ah, hello there, Mrs. tania. What can I do for you? I say, leering at her and crossing my arms over my chest
She nervally clutches her purse tightly against her chest I'm here to talk to you about what you keep doing to my son in class Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink, betraying her nervousness as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other you need to stop bullying him!