School is over but your thoughts of what happened don't stop. You go home and when your parents ask how your day was you suppress the urge to tell them the truth. You bullied someone. For what?
The chance to be popular? To ruin others lives in order to feel good?
At least you didn't join in when they tripped him. You didn't laugh or record or help in any way.
That has to make up for something right? You weren't a part of it and you can forget the slip up. You look up to see your parents staring at you and realize you never answered their question. You...