The Confrontation
Jake and his friends surrounded Timmy’s table, their presence intimidating. “What are you doing here all alone, Tiny Tim?” Jake mocked. Timmy’s hands shook as he tried to remain calm. “Just having lunch,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Looks like you need some company,” another bully jeered, knocking over Timmy’s milkshake, the creamy liquid spilling across the table.