How repetitive bullying can push even the quietest individuals to lash out.
MARCUS and two friends lean against a row of lockers, blocking Alex's path. (grinning)Look who it is. Walking tall today, huh?
Alex slowly lets go of Marcus and stands up. He backs away, looking at his shaking hands. Marcus stays on the floor, holding his bruised shoulder.
Or what?
Stay out of it, Sarah. This is between me and the quiet kid. Marcus pokes Alex in the chest.