Bully in a Hoodie
Of course, I know why I am here; because Ms.Garlengnal snitched on me. That’s why she will always be the janitor in this dirty school. Anyways, it wasn’t my fault that freshmen were getting smart with me, that’s why I slammed him into the wall. You can suspend me, give me detention I don’t care.
It all started when this scrawny looking kid with wiry red hair, an orange striped shirt, khaki long pants, church shoes, and huge brown-framed glasses was sitting against the lockers reading his book. And I recalled he is in my math class and was one of those “I know kids”. You know, the kids who know all the answers to every question, usually waving their hands around, yelling “oooh oooh, I know, I know”, the one that always does their homework. And I remembered that I didn’t do my homework for that class (like always) but if I didn’t do this homework I was going to have to repeat junior year and I’m just trying to get the f*** out of here, ASAP. So I walked up to him with my big black hoodie and my scrunched up, glaring, mad face and told him to give me his homework or else. He looked up at me and responded with or else what. This freshman had some mouth, I said or else I will break your almond looking head and make you regret your entire existence. He stood up, looked me straight in the eye and said, “I’d like to see you try”. My spread out fingers soon stuck together, feeling my anger inside my chest transform into energy that is coming into hands. Moments later the punk a** kid was lying on the ground crying his eyes out. That is when I saw Ms.Garlenal leave her mop and rush towards the principal’s office.
So that’s why i'm in this damn place. But kid deserved it.
Counselor?
I don’t need to talk to a counselor, I’m perfectly fine. Don’t call her,
How am I? What do you care.
The only reason you’re here is to get money.
Like who are you looking at like that, like hello and goodbye. Like you can get your dum dum, bubblegum lookin a** the f*** out of here!
Fine, just start so we can get this over with.
My family? None of your goddamn business.
Okay, I live with my dad.
Yes, that’s all.
What did I just say? Obviously if I live with just my dad then I don’t have siblings or a mom living with me.
Can you stop asking me questions about my family, gosh
I play a sport.
Wrestling.
Yea, it’s pretty fun actually. It’s a really good stress reliever.
Nah, that’s all I do.
Well to be honest, I don’t have any siblings and my mother died 10 months ago
Yes it’s just me and my dad
I mean it’s been pretty tough, he started to develop a drinking problem and has been getting angrier and harsher with the belt as the time goes.
NNeeveerr mind. Forget what I just said.
Just forget it!
No don’t call the police!
What have I just done!
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