Tuesday, February 20, 2007
My Rage
When I was angry it was because I had some bully problems with a so called friend. I knew this guy sense I was in 2ed grade when we went back to school for 3ed grade we became even better friend. He was older then me so he was in different classes. He got new friends that mad him into a big butt hole. He would change when he was with his friends. I wisent jealous because of his new friends but because of how he was treating me. He was being a bully with me. He would push me around and say things to me. This went on for a whole year. When I got into 4th grade I had a teacher that was new to the school. He was a very cool guy and would make every thing interesting. One day we where reading a book about bullies so he asked us if we had any problems with people like them. Some how he knew that I did. It was funny because instead of telling me to go tell some one about it he told me to beat him up, to swing and him in the face and not close my eye. So later that day he came by and started to pick on me and I remembered what my teacher had said. So when he was push him and that hole pushing process started till I throw the first punch. When I looked at him he look surprised that I hit him. All I was hearing was beat him up. All of my friends where screaming at me to beat him up. I look around to see if any of his friends where coming and then I saw the principal talking to my teacher. I look at him and he gives me thumbs up telling me that he got the principle distracted. So the fight goes on and I got 4 hits on him and all he did was dirty my pants. He starts backing up to his friend so I went to my friends. My friends told me that they got my back and stuff. I ran to the bath room so he can follow me. When I looked back I saw him running after me. When I passed the gate I saw his friends coming so my friends got in there way. We where finishing our fight till my mom saw me so she send me to the office. We started to talk about why we started to fight and they all saw that I was really the victim here so he was the one that got in trouble. In the end of the day every one knew what had happened.
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