You see that kid in the hallway being picked on. This kid reminds you of yourself. You ask yourself the question' "what if that was me?" You can feel your skin tremble. The bully looks thirsty for blood while the kid just stands there and take it, like a harsh whipping in front of God and everyone. You walk down the hallway now with your face peering at the dirty floors. You can see invisible letter tileing the floors, that only you can see and they say WHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING HIM?! You are only so powerful. You're only just another student who witnesses these terrible acts. Instead you just keep on walking, looking down at the floors, and remain anonymous