Max's movie: The script

The Bully by Roger Dean Kiser "Tony. TONY THE BULL." I mumbled, as I swung myself around on my stool and faced in his direction. "The bully of my seventh grade geography class," I thought. How many times that sorry guy had made fun of my big ears in front of the girls in my class? How many times this sorry son-of-a-gun had laughed at me because I had no parents and had to live in an orphanage? He raised his hand and waved at me. "Jesus. All of a sudden I heard the sound of dishes breaking so I spun around to see what had happened. As Tony rolled by me, being pushed by his wife, I looked up and I smiled. "Roger" he said, as he nodded his head forward. "Tony" I responded, as I nodded my head, in return. I watched as they went out of the door and slowly made their way to a large van which had a wheelchair loader located in the side door of the vehicle. I sat and watched as his wife tried, over and over, to get the ramp to come down. "What's the problem?" "Darn thing sticks once in a while," said Tony. "OK. "You remember.