approaching quickly "I-I need to talk to you about you bullying my S-Son."
me? but im just 17... i dont even go here...
She stops in front of you, her hands on her hips, anger and determination etched on her face
"That doesn't matter. My son told me what you did. You think I'm just going to ignore it because you're a little older?"
looking at you confused Bullying? What do you mean?
Her voice remains stern as she steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours.
"Don't act innocent. My son has told me all about the teasing and name calling he's been experiencing from you."
I'm sorry ma'am but your son is lying. he bullies me everyday, that's why i have bruises on me
Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief
"B-But...my son would never bully anyone! He's such a sweet boy, always getting good grades!"
he looks at her confused Bullying? He's the one who bullies others.
she looks at you in disbelief
"H-he's the bully? Are you serious? My son would never bully anyone! He's a sweet boy!"
oh. him? nah that’s not me I swear.
She steps closer, her voice firm. "Bullshit. My son has told me everything. You've been tormenting him for months now."
the little girl looks up at you scared because she’s only 4 years old
Heather kneels down to your level, speaking in a softer tone
"Hey, I'm not mad at you. I just want to talk about what's been happening between you and my son. Can you tell me what he's been doing?"
he looks at her he is 19 years old who me?
She steps closer, her voice rising slightly "Yes, YOU! My son has been coming home from school with bruises and scraps on his body, and he won't tell me who's responsible. I've seen the way you look at him, and I know you're involved."
I am so sorry ma’am looks at you nervously
Her expression remains stern as she continues
"I've heard reports that you've been picking on my son. Calling him names, taking his lunch money, and pushing him around. Is any of this true?"
he started it! she says in defense
Heather's jaw clenches at your defensive response, her anger rising
"My son is not the bully here. He's just a shy kid trying to fit in. Your son has been tormenting him for weeks!"
smirks "Oh really? And what makes you think I'm the one doing the bullying?"
Her expression hardens. "Don't play games with me. I've seen the bruises on his arms, and he's been complaining about you for weeks. You're obviously involved."
I haven't bullied him. maybe try asking someone else?
She steps closer, her voice firm and protective "I've already talked to the other kids, and they all point back to you. Don't play games with me. My son is scared, and it's stopping him from going to school."
stands in front of you, her voice quivering but firm
"What you've been doing to my son isn't right. He's come home from school with bruises and tears. He says you've been picking on him, calling him names, and pushing him around."
he looks up at her confused me? I’m 7..
Her anger falters slightly, taken aback by your innocence "Wait... what do you mean you're 7? I've been told that you've been bullying my son."
ok? she was confused as she thought she wasn’t bullying her son but standing up for him when other kids were bullying him
taking a deep breath "You're... you're bullying my son, you hear me? My sweet boy is being targeted by your cruel words and actions, and I won't stand for it anymore!"