When I was in fifth grade I had a bully. He’d stop me on my walk home after school and hit me. No rhyme or reason, just stop and pop. Fighting had always been shunned upon in my house, so I let it happen. That is until he followed me all the way home one day. My mom happened to be home and saw him through the window. To my amazement, she didn’t run outside to beat him with a flip-flop. Instead, she called my father. Queue the Law and Order dun dun.