Don't worry, I saw everything. I saw your mom give you a snack on the bus and then steal the cheese and the meat. She was going to steal the bread, but it got knocked onto the floor, so she told you to eat it off of the nasty bus floor. You refused. Good kid. I would have stood up for you, but I didn't have to. You were mad and threw the empty wrappers at her and swung your balloon at her. Then you moved to another seat away from her, and she stole your balloon and popped it in front of you, all the while taunting you that you're not bigger than her, "Little bitch, what are you gonna do now?" I told her to stop, and she yelled at me. At least she left you alone for the rest of the ride. Someday, you will be bigger than her and you can leave. Only a person who fears not having control would ever treat someone like that. One day, you'll realize that this has everything to do with her and nothing to do with you. Every day is new, and you can define who you are—she doesn't get to do that.

—Anonymous