I swung at him with all my energy and might. Then a barrage of his fists came at me like a machine gun, one after the other. Then he cut my lip open. Someone in the crowd shouted, “Dude, your lip is bleeding badly!” I shouted back, “So!”
Every morning before school in seventh grade I’d get a sick, I got to take a shit feeling in my gut. I hated waiting for that demonic yellow bus. The waiting was the worst because I sat on that bus anxious for their next attack. I usually sat by myself because I was skinny looking with big ears, buckteeth, coke bottle thick nerdy glasses and my head hunched over. Would you sit next to a kid like that? I didn’t think so. I was the perfect target for bullies. Shit, if I was a bully I would’ve picked on me too. I was that dorky.
The first assault happened when I was half asleep chilling in my seat one morning. All of a sudden I felt this hard slap from a juvenile hand jerk my head forward into the back of the seat in front of me. It was a force I never felt before. The kicker to that surprising event (although it doesn’t seem surprising after I described how I looked) was the roar of laughter I heard from the entire bus. The three bullies …show more content…
I sulked in the bus while my blood came to a boil, my veins popped out of my neck, my face turned a bright beet red, and I scrunched up my face. I felt my teeth grind together like nails to a chalk board. Every muscle in my body was solid like marble I was that tense.
As I stormed into the house and roared a primal scream like a psychotic lion, our two new dogs K-9 and Pushy ran outside through the doggie door they were that frightened of me. Then I lunged at the wall in our hallway and punched through it. I imagined it was those fuck-tards laughing in my face. When I finally opened my eyes from squinting there was a nice gaping hole left from my rage filled
Every morning before school in seventh grade I’d get a sick, I got to take a shit feeling in my gut. I hated waiting for that demonic yellow bus. The waiting was the worst because I sat on that bus anxious for their next attack. I usually sat by myself because I was skinny looking with big ears, buckteeth, coke bottle thick nerdy glasses and my head hunched over. Would you sit next to a kid like that? I didn’t think so. I was the perfect target for bullies. Shit, if I was a bully I would’ve picked on me too. I was that dorky.
The first assault happened when I was half asleep chilling in my seat one morning. All of a sudden I felt this hard slap from a juvenile hand jerk my head forward into the back of the seat in front of me. It was a force I never felt before. The kicker to that surprising event (although it doesn’t seem surprising after I described how I looked) was the roar of laughter I heard from the entire bus. The three bullies …show more content…
I sulked in the bus while my blood came to a boil, my veins popped out of my neck, my face turned a bright beet red, and I scrunched up my face. I felt my teeth grind together like nails to a chalk board. Every muscle in my body was solid like marble I was that tense.
As I stormed into the house and roared a primal scream like a psychotic lion, our two new dogs K-9 and Pushy ran outside through the doggie door they were that frightened of me. Then I lunged at the wall in our hallway and punched through it. I imagined it was those fuck-tards laughing in my face. When I finally opened my eyes from squinting there was a nice gaping hole left from my rage filled