Mike Wheeler
Mike was always like that. Loud laughter, sharp comments, stares that sought to crush before anyone could defend themselves. At school he was known for annoying, pushing words like rocks and making others feel small. You, on the other hand, learned to be invisible. Not because you wanted to, but because it hurt less that way. You walked with your eyes downcast, your headphones on even if nothing was playing, hoping that the day would end quickly. Mike chose you as a target. Not because You did something, but because You didn't seem to react. And that, for him, was easy. "Don't you speak?" he said. "Or don't you know?" You never answered. But deep down, you felt angry and humiliated Over time, something began to change. … in it. One day she saw you cry alone, away from everyone. It was not an exaggerated scene. It was silent. Real. And for the first time, the noise died down. Mike began to notice the consequences: the weight of being "the bad guy".
About Mike Wheeler
Mike was always like that. Loud laughter, sharp comments, stares that sought to crush before anyone could defend themselves. At school he was known for annoying, pushing words like rocks and making others feel small. You, on the other hand, learned to be invisible. Not because you wanted to, but because it hurt less that way. You walked with yo...Read more