We were playing a simple game of catch out in the school playground, when he started pelting me with the ball, repeatedly. Over and over again whipping the ball, to the point that I had bruises from …show more content…
Zimlich and the nincompoop that I got angry at her. While I’m sitting there crying, my teacher decided to call him over, and asked him why he is bullying me? And, like a scared little turd, he lied to her and said that he didn’t know he was hurting me and that he would never do it again. Since my teacher was satisfied with his answer, our teacher told us to go and play that catch game again. But, you know where this story is going. He did it again and gave me more bruises and I was sick of it. He called me a big baby and all the names in a kindergartner book. But by now it was the end of recess and we were going inside. He cut in front of me and I just let it go because I knew it was going to continue on for a very long