Childhood bully Stories

Dani turned the key in her motorcycle, and the engine fell silent. She unsnapped her helmet and left it sitting on the handles. Despite the warm summer air, Dani was frozen solid. She couldn’t believe she was really back. She was really back in Briarwood. As Dani gazed up at the Whitman House, its two stories blocking out the moon and casting a shadow on the driveway, she couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming urge to kick...