Three Years Ago
"Mr. Atkinson," Mr. Anderson shouted. My eyes tore from Brandon's and to the teacher. "Don't do that to Mr. Davis." He tugged on his hair exactly the way I did to Brandon, but with a slightly disgusted expression. I slid in my chair as all the students (which was a hundred or more) stared back at us.
Brandon scooted away from me at the farthest side of the desk, placing a hand on his lap and looking slightly upset. I looked around the room, blinking every so often to keep the tears from coming. I know that Brandon's mad at me for playing with his hair and getting in trouble.
As if nothing could make it worse, I heard Dylan Harrison (a football player for the Warriors) whisper something into his girlfriend's ear, but I could hear it from a mile away. I swear, either he doesn't know how to whisper …show more content…
She shook her head. "He got caught licking a lollipop."
"That's enough Mr. Harrison. Go down to the principal's office," Mr. Anderson directed him. Dylan whispered something to her, then slowly got up. He gradually walked to the door of the classroom, until Mr. Anderson lost it. "Now, or else I'll tell your father." He rushed out of the room, followed by loud, trudging stomps.
If I could right now, I would be shouting 'hurray!', but since I'm in college and I know better, I'm not. Dylan has always been my bully. Ever since middle school, and he followed me to high school. And then his little girlfriend, Marissa Clearwater followed him. Terrific. I have to be tortured, but at least one more month until high school is over, then I can go on to college and hopefully never see them again.
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"Hey Jack!" I heard Brandon shout. I turned around to see him running over to me. My heart fluttered ferociously as his still messy hair bounced on his head. It makes me happy to see that he hasn't fixed it because he cares about the way his hair looks. "I need your
"Mr. Atkinson," Mr. Anderson shouted. My eyes tore from Brandon's and to the teacher. "Don't do that to Mr. Davis." He tugged on his hair exactly the way I did to Brandon, but with a slightly disgusted expression. I slid in my chair as all the students (which was a hundred or more) stared back at us.
Brandon scooted away from me at the farthest side of the desk, placing a hand on his lap and looking slightly upset. I looked around the room, blinking every so often to keep the tears from coming. I know that Brandon's mad at me for playing with his hair and getting in trouble.
As if nothing could make it worse, I heard Dylan Harrison (a football player for the Warriors) whisper something into his girlfriend's ear, but I could hear it from a mile away. I swear, either he doesn't know how to whisper …show more content…
She shook her head. "He got caught licking a lollipop."
"That's enough Mr. Harrison. Go down to the principal's office," Mr. Anderson directed him. Dylan whispered something to her, then slowly got up. He gradually walked to the door of the classroom, until Mr. Anderson lost it. "Now, or else I'll tell your father." He rushed out of the room, followed by loud, trudging stomps.
If I could right now, I would be shouting 'hurray!', but since I'm in college and I know better, I'm not. Dylan has always been my bully. Ever since middle school, and he followed me to high school. And then his little girlfriend, Marissa Clearwater followed him. Terrific. I have to be tortured, but at least one more month until high school is over, then I can go on to college and hopefully never see them again.
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"Hey Jack!" I heard Brandon shout. I turned around to see him running over to me. My heart fluttered ferociously as his still messy hair bounced on his head. It makes me happy to see that he hasn't fixed it because he cares about the way his hair looks. "I need your