He had me pinned to the wall by the collar of my shirt. My left hand inched its way discreetly toward my pants pocket, and I pulled out the one thing that could save me. My lunch money.
It was only two dollars, I was used to it. The faster he left me, the better.
“What’s wrong? You seem out of it today.”
“I’m… being bullied.” I decided to be honest. He slackened his grip on my shirt. I gasped for air.
“Family troubles? Don’t worry, you can talk to me anytime.”
And he walked away with my lunch money.