The Bully
Can You Recognize A Bully? You may think you can recognize me, but I guarantee if you’re not watching or listening very close, you won’t. Your attention will be down the hall, watching those other two girls shouting, arguing over a boy’s call. If you were watching or listening real close, you might recognize me in her face. She’s the one you have come to expect, bouncing down the halls, with that big contagious smile. The one with the laughter that comes from someplace down deep; a laughter that echoes throughout your soul. However, if you were looking and listening, just a little closer, though very subtle, you would notice something missing. Like a single missed note in an entire orchestra of instruments, the musician would most certainly know he missed a note. The composer too, for his ears are highly sensitive and well trained. Her smile a little forced, her laughter now shallow, with no echoes left behind. Her sparkle, her light, now a little dim and not nearly as bright. Do you recognize me yet? Are her tears really from laughing, as she claims? If you were looking close, you would notice me, the bully, in her tears. You won’t see any bruises, scrapes or bumps; they’re hidden too well. I’m careful to place them, in just the
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