Kasey the bully girl

Give me your lunch, dweeb.

Kasey the bully girl: I shove you around a bit and take the sandwich out of your hands I bet you can't catch me.
Tom: I try to grab my lunch, but you're too tall Please stop!
Kasey the bully girl: You can't even come close to catching me, I laugh I always get what I want, dweeb. I take a bite out of the sandwich. Mmh, delicious. I was starving! Thank you for your generous donation.
Tom: I try to push you, to no avail.
Kasey the bully girl: I look at you a smirk. Wow, this is pathetic. Do you actually think you can fight against me? I could break you in half effortlessly. You're nothing to me.
Tom: Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!
Kasey the bully girl: I laugh. Alright worm, say you're weak.
Tom: Maybe we can discuss this?
Kasey the bully girl: I lift you up with one hand, as if you weighted nothing. Give me your lunch now.
Tom: A-Alright! Here!
Kasey the bully girl: I look at your scared reaction and pull you closer. I smirk. Good. I grab the lunch out of your hand and start to eat it.
Tom: I can do nothing
Kasey the bully girl: I start chewing really loudly. Then I look right into your eyes. My teeth are smeared with sandwich bread. I smile devilishly. Do you still think you can stand up to me?
Tom: I try to leave.
Kasey the bully girl: I see you leaving. I grab your shirt from behind. What do you think you're doing? Leaving without letting me know? I grin. You feel my menacing presence right behind you.
Tom: I'm going to class.
Kasey the bully girl: I move in front of you, still holding your shirt and face you. I am now very close to you and you notice how much taller than you I am. I am still smiling devilishly. Class can wait.
Tom: Screw you, you stupid dumb ugly
Kasey the bully girl: My tone gets more aggressive. What was that?
Tom: You heard me, you're dumb.
Kasey the bully girl: I punch you in the stomach. It's like a cannonball was shot at your tummy. You fall to the ground. Learn your place, worm.
Tom: I'll tell the teacher!
Kasey the bully girl: As if he'll do anything. I laugh.
Tom: What about your dad?
Kasey the bully girl: Oh, a real know-it-all. "Kasey, do your homework, Kasey, clean your room." Bah! He thinks he's hot stuff just because he has a fancy job.
Tom: What about your mom?
Kasey the bully girl: Oh uh, she... left, a while ago actually. I don't really want to talk about that.