He slammed me against the locker. Pain spread through my body like wildfire.
“Give it to me or you’ll suffer more than this,” he gritted through his teeth.
“I don’t have it,” I managed to get through.
A punch to the stomach. So much for standing up to bullies. After thirty seconds or so in pain, I stood up, thrusted my hand into my pocket and shoved a $4 bill into his chest.
“Next time, don’t try to be so brave,” he breathed. And he walked away clutching my money in his hand. Everybody knew that Marcus was the biggest jerk in the school, but they never knew how to stand up to him
I got up and took my binders from my locker. No more lunch today, I thought. I trudged to room 16, hoping that I could get this say to become better somehow.
“ Hey, …show more content…
“Yep, he did,” I laughed with misery.
“It’s okay, you can just have one of my pizza slices,” he said.
“ I really owe you,” I said with gratitude.
Alex is the best friend that you could ever have in your whole life. We were outcasts pretty much, and we just found each other doing nothing on the recess playground. After that, we have had playdates, sleepovers, and parties, and Skype calls, and a lot of fun.
I stared out the window, then the clock, then the window again, then the clock. 3,2,1 …
RRRIINNNGGGG!!!
“Okay, kids, homework is problem 14 on page 25!” Mrs. Harris yelled over the jostling crowd. She was the nicest teacher and most couldn’t care less that if you didn’t do your homework. All she cared about was if you showed up, payed attention, and did well on tests. I rushed out, muttering the homework problems to myself.
I hurried out with the rest of the crowd, and saw …show more content…
There was only one problem. Everybody in the hallway literally watched me get beaten up. But Marcus took care of that problem.
“You say this to any teacher and you suffer harder than you ever have before in your life,” he yelled out loud. The next couple of days I made excuses. I didn’t bring double money. I brought lunch from home. I decided to buy with my ID. Every single time, he beat me up. He then started demanding things. I give him my homework to copy off of. I switch tests with him to make him look like I’m dumb and he is smart. I need to give smart aleck answers to make seem I am becoming an idiot. All in return of not framing me of stealing the phone. Every single day ever since david’s phone was stolen, the announcements started saying in their usual boring voice that ,“If you have found a missing phone, please bring it to the office.”
But enough was enough. I placed myself right in front of the office. Teachers were swarming around this spot, and I knew what Marcus would if I didn’t bring my lunch money.
“Did you bring it,” he said in his usual growling voice.
“No,” I said casually, “Decided to bring
“Give it to me or you’ll suffer more than this,” he gritted through his teeth.
“I don’t have it,” I managed to get through.
A punch to the stomach. So much for standing up to bullies. After thirty seconds or so in pain, I stood up, thrusted my hand into my pocket and shoved a $4 bill into his chest.
“Next time, don’t try to be so brave,” he breathed. And he walked away clutching my money in his hand. Everybody knew that Marcus was the biggest jerk in the school, but they never knew how to stand up to him
I got up and took my binders from my locker. No more lunch today, I thought. I trudged to room 16, hoping that I could get this say to become better somehow.
“ Hey, …show more content…
“Yep, he did,” I laughed with misery.
“It’s okay, you can just have one of my pizza slices,” he said.
“ I really owe you,” I said with gratitude.
Alex is the best friend that you could ever have in your whole life. We were outcasts pretty much, and we just found each other doing nothing on the recess playground. After that, we have had playdates, sleepovers, and parties, and Skype calls, and a lot of fun.
I stared out the window, then the clock, then the window again, then the clock. 3,2,1 …
RRRIINNNGGGG!!!
“Okay, kids, homework is problem 14 on page 25!” Mrs. Harris yelled over the jostling crowd. She was the nicest teacher and most couldn’t care less that if you didn’t do your homework. All she cared about was if you showed up, payed attention, and did well on tests. I rushed out, muttering the homework problems to myself.
I hurried out with the rest of the crowd, and saw …show more content…
There was only one problem. Everybody in the hallway literally watched me get beaten up. But Marcus took care of that problem.
“You say this to any teacher and you suffer harder than you ever have before in your life,” he yelled out loud. The next couple of days I made excuses. I didn’t bring double money. I brought lunch from home. I decided to buy with my ID. Every single time, he beat me up. He then started demanding things. I give him my homework to copy off of. I switch tests with him to make him look like I’m dumb and he is smart. I need to give smart aleck answers to make seem I am becoming an idiot. All in return of not framing me of stealing the phone. Every single day ever since david’s phone was stolen, the announcements started saying in their usual boring voice that ,“If you have found a missing phone, please bring it to the office.”
But enough was enough. I placed myself right in front of the office. Teachers were swarming around this spot, and I knew what Marcus would if I didn’t bring my lunch money.
“Did you bring it,” he said in his usual growling voice.
“No,” I said casually, “Decided to bring