( Chopped this one into little lines to make it a proper poem)

 

There were four or maybe five of them.

He couldn't quite make out.

And obviously the one holding the phone.

And her

 

There was laughing

And screaming

Then the laughing stopped

But not the screaming

 

After a few minutes that stopped too.

The only sounds left were solitary voices

Brave voices

Brave as bullies

Brave like cowards.

 

The took turns

For several minutes

 

"Leave your homework now, Jason

Your tea's ready"