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Kid Who Hit the Bully ‘Just back off you heartless idiot,’ I screamed. I had enough of this crap but it’s not like it going to stop, I get it every day. ‘Oi you, four eyed, I need some money for the bus and you better give me some otherwise you will regret ever being born onto this earth,’ Tim, the alpha male of our year screamed across the locker room at me. I decided to run to the bike rack and quickly ride home but he chased me. I didn’t want to get caught by the coolest kid in school and get beaten for a few coins for the bus so I kept riding. Once I got home I wiped the sweat off my face. The next day came quicker then I expected but maybe because when I got home yesterday I played World of War craft for the rest of that day which makes time fly, it’s the only way I can get my mind of the terror of being the person who I am. I was scared to get to school because I knew that I would see Tim and I knew he wasn’t going to be happy so I stayed aware and tried to avoid any trouble. The first class I had was in the same class as Tim’s, maths. I saw him sitting at the back with his girlfriend, Ashley, she blonde and she has the best eyes, she perfect. He saw me look at her and yelled across the class, ‘take a picture, it will definitely last longer you sad little nerd.’ I knew he would say something but this time was different. It took me a while to have a reaction until I though to myself that I am no longer going to be the laughing stock of every class I am in so I gathered all my confidence, anger and hate for Tim. I stood up and said something I never imagined saying to anyone. ‘Do have anything better to do then pick on kids like me? Are you honestly that weak that you have to target kids who aren’t as strong as you and you don’t even impress anyone but yourself, I mean your girlfriend is getting sick of it.’ He went quiet; I bet he didn’t expect that. The teacher didn’t even stop me, she must have agreed. The lunch bell rang and for the first time, I felt excited about sitting on my own. I had a feeling that Tim wasn’t going to demand my money, I was happy. Once I ate my lunch I went to the canteen to get my self an ice-cream, after all it was 35 degrees that day. I stood in line and waited. It was my turn to order but the canteen lady was paying no attention to me at all. She was watching some one behind me, I turned my body around and there was Tim. His face was almost red, I knew what was coming so I clenched. I screamed out. The connection felt massive followed with a huge drop to the ground. I hit Tim right in the nose. I’m not sure why I did it, maybe it was instinct or maybe I was so proud of myself for what I did early that I wanted to embarrass him again. I didn’t think too much of it so I turned back around and got my ice-cream. It wasn’t until English when it all hit me. I had so many thoughts running through my mind. Am I going to get expelled? Will Ashley want to go out with me know? What will my mum think? Will I become popular? Is the fresh beginning for me at school? Should I feel bad? These thoughts quickly turned into a lot of nerve when the deputy principle pulled me out of my class to speak to me about it. He took me into his office and asked me why I did it. I slowly held my held my head up and quietly said to Mr Nicolson, “I wanted to give back all things which Tim has given me over these past 3 years in one small action” Mr Nicolson tried to show that he was disappointed and angry but I knew he understood what I said. I didn’t want to tell mum that I punched someone but she already knew. She didn’t even say anything, she knew who Tim was and knew why I did it. All she said was have fun in the in school detention room for three days. I didn’t know I got and in-school detention, I’ve never even had a homework detention! I guess you don’t usually get off that easily when you punch someone in the face hard enough that they fall to the ground and don’t get up so I’m not too annoyed. That night I didn’t play World of War craft, I went outside and rode my bike. I made a jump but didn’t land it once and each time I grazed my knees in different places but I didn’t cry or soak it in water. I felt tough. That night I didn’t sleep, I had too much adrenaline rushing through my veins and every time I closed my eyes I imagined Tim on the floor holding his face in the agony that I never knew I could inflict on anything. I walked to school that morning with a clear conscience, the day seemed fresh. I felt triumphant. When I arrived at school I had to go to the office and get a pencil and a few sheets to write on because that day was the beginning of my detention. I decided to take extra paper because I wanted to write a story but I wasn’t sure what about. The first day went quickly but the next one was hell, when I got out it felt like I aged into an old man. I started thinking about the last day; I thought it would take even longer. I went to school early on the last day of my detention because I wanted to get chess board form the library and use that to waste time. While I was in the detention room I didn’t even touch it, all I did was write. And what I wrote was this, the story of how I changed from being a loser to, still a loser but people had respect for me.