Ghost Bully

Back starting in 6th grade and up to my senior year, I had to put up with a bully by the name of Keith. To describe him simply, he was a giant of a teenager with not one intelligent thought in his head. The only knowledge he could’ve been considered an expert in is methods of torment. They included things like wet willies, atomic wedges, swirlies, purple nurples, and extreme Indian burns. These are only a fraction of what he was capable of.