The+Bully

It was a lovely summers day, at school of course. The day was bright, the children were playing. But there was only one thing standing in my way. The school bully. Jack. He's been on my tail ever since I started at this school. I could see him coming closer. Aah, the pain when he punches me. Those horrid names he calls me. I'm a weekling. //I// can't even throw a punch. Not even in my sleep. "Hey you", Jack called out. Every one was looking at me. Not the kind of look saying "Look at him. He's cool. Wonder if he's single," It was the kind of look saying, "You're dead". I was sitting there. Just sitting there. I didn't know what to do. I was as stuck as a rustey tin can. "Where's my lunch money?" Lunch money? I don't have any lunch money. Oh no. If I dont give him my lunch money, I'm dead. A message was going through my head so many times that my ears were bursting with pain. "He's coming in for the punch. Oh no. This weekling has no chance against him." He's coming closer, he's coming closer. It all went black. All the light in the sky was taken away.

I woke up suddenley. How long had I'd been out for. No matter what, I was sore. Like I said before. The pain when he punches me. I've been in a sore situation before, but not this sore.

Hi. I'm Deveraux. Flecher Deveraux. You can call me Flecher. People discribe me as the 'weakling' of the school. I love detecting things. Anything to do with fingerprints and guns Everyone fits into different groups. Me. I'm just like a peanut in a cabbage patch. I started here, at kriblesore school when I was five. When most children start. I've been bullied by Jack ever since. "Deveraux. Where's my lunch money?" "Deveraux. Where's my food?" "Deveraux. Where's my homework? I told you to finish it by today." Jack is like the ruler of the school. Most of his family has something to do with violence. If something goes missing in school, he's always blamed for it. No one bothers to find what really happened.

My life is like a living hell. Like rotten cheese. Like a baby deer shot by a hunter. Like- ok. I can't come up with any other similies, but you get what I mean.

I walked outside. My arms throbing with pain. I felt like I had been electrocuted. "Flecher dear. Come back inside," my mother called out in a loving way. "The school nurse said you were knocked out. There was quite a crowd around you when I got to school. Alot of people must care about you." More like people laughing at me! I never thought about it till now, that I am kind of a dear (deer). All those books I read. They all have guys with rippling muscles. Everyone at school have something worth standing up for. Me. Well, nothing. No treasure. No strength. And to some people, I basicly have no personality.