Just one BAM, and he was laid out on the floor of the Y.M.C.A. As Tray lied there crying , I was being hauled away by three camp instructors. It was late afternoon when it all started. When I woke up that morning, I didn't expect anything to go wrong.I had a normal school day, nothing unusual. After school I got dropped off at the Y.M.C.A, like normal. As I entered the Y.M.C.A, I heard a loud scream. I turned to see where the scream was coming from. As I was surveying the premises, I noticed it was coming from my little brother who was laying on the ground crying. A 7th grade bully named Tray stood over him laughing. I ran as fast as I could and punched Tray right in the face. There were only two sounds after that , me hitting Tray
