what? We’re at my class. See you later.” I
quickly ran off. This makeover talk was making me real uncomfortable and I
just wanted to get away.
The day passed uneventfully so now I find myself in gym
class. Guess we’re doing volleyball again today. Hope we can avoid the
hammering from Bully Boy. Is that Mercy? She entered class with a green pass
that she handed to Fat Head, oh, I mean, Mr. Elton. That must mean that
Mercy’s in this class. She headed into the locker room to change. I presume
she remembered me from the fight because she nodded at me.
So the teams were set up. Jeez, didn’t Elton pay any
attention to what happened in here before? Here we were with Bully on one side
and poor Nathan on the other side. Again. At least I was on Nate’s team. I’d
rather be here any day than with that creep, Bully Boy. We had one less
player, so Elton put Mercy on my team. Mercy was small but she was spunky. You
could tell that she was competitive because she worked her butt off.
So, here we go again! Bully Boy positioned himself across
from Nathan (surprise, surprise). He had that big stupid grin on his face and
started hammering Nate like before. You could tell that Nathan loses it when
Bully was in his face. Nathan raised his arms to hit the ball but they were
like tree twigs up against the chainsaw massacre. Of course, there was Elton
across the gym talking to another teacher. Every time the ball came over the
net, big bad Bully jumped up and hammered it hard, right on top of Nathan. He
then punctuated it with a stupid laugh. We finally rotated so that Nate was
away from Bully. At one point, Mercy was across from Bully. I could tell she
didn’t like him from her eye rolling. Then, I remembered that there was bad
blood between Tonya’s crowd and Mercy anyway .
I could hear Mercy mumbling something under her breath,
something like, “Stop picking on Nate you dirt bag, or you’ll regret it.” She
was giving him the evil eye at the same time. It was hard to hear much because
of Bully Boy’s loud guffaws. I turned around and looked at her. She nodded at
me with a little smile.
The rotation came around to Bully vs. Nathan again. Bully
was grinning. Nate was holding his twiggy arms in front of himself, trying to
protect his face. Bully hit one ball, SMACK, hard at Nate’s face. I heard a
funny sound, like a little crack. Nate had his hand over his nose. Was Nate
hurt? Elton was still way over there, blabbing on, not even looking this way.
The play paused but Bully yelled, “Hey, come on. What’s up? Serve the ball?”
“Why don’t you take it easy, you jerk? I think he’s hurt.” I
yelled to Bully. Suddenly, I could sense a change in the atmosphere, kinda
like it would feel just before a lightning storm. At the same time I was
giving Bully the evil eye, wishing he would drop dead. The ball was in the air
and Bully went for it. Was that a flash of lightning near his head? It was
small, and so quick, it almost appeared to be a flicker of light. Bully
stopped dead in midair. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell
right over. SMACK. His neck snapped back and his head hit the floor hard. Then
his head lolled to the side and there was a trickle of blood seeping out of the
corner of his mouth.
What happened to him? One minute he was laughing and
jumping around and the next minute he collapsed. Nothing touched him. I
turned back to yell to Elton and noticed Mercy. She was staring at Bully with
great intensity, looking a little smug.
Elton finally noticed that something was up. He ran over to
Bully and started checking him out. “You,” he pointed to someone, “call the
front office and have them get an ambulance, quickly.” He had everyone stand
back while he was checking Bully out. (I guess his real name is Jimmy but I
think I’ll stick with Bully). I have to say, he
quickly ran off. This makeover talk was making me real uncomfortable and I
just wanted to get away.
The day passed uneventfully so now I find myself in gym
class. Guess we’re doing volleyball again today. Hope we can avoid the
hammering from Bully Boy. Is that Mercy? She entered class with a green pass
that she handed to Fat Head, oh, I mean, Mr. Elton. That must mean that
Mercy’s in this class. She headed into the locker room to change. I presume
she remembered me from the fight because she nodded at me.
So the teams were set up. Jeez, didn’t Elton pay any
attention to what happened in here before? Here we were with Bully on one side
and poor Nathan on the other side. Again. At least I was on Nate’s team. I’d
rather be here any day than with that creep, Bully Boy. We had one less
player, so Elton put Mercy on my team. Mercy was small but she was spunky. You
could tell that she was competitive because she worked her butt off.
So, here we go again! Bully Boy positioned himself across
from Nathan (surprise, surprise). He had that big stupid grin on his face and
started hammering Nate like before. You could tell that Nathan loses it when
Bully was in his face. Nathan raised his arms to hit the ball but they were
like tree twigs up against the chainsaw massacre. Of course, there was Elton
across the gym talking to another teacher. Every time the ball came over the
net, big bad Bully jumped up and hammered it hard, right on top of Nathan. He
then punctuated it with a stupid laugh. We finally rotated so that Nate was
away from Bully. At one point, Mercy was across from Bully. I could tell she
didn’t like him from her eye rolling. Then, I remembered that there was bad
blood between Tonya’s crowd and Mercy anyway .
I could hear Mercy mumbling something under her breath,
something like, “Stop picking on Nate you dirt bag, or you’ll regret it.” She
was giving him the evil eye at the same time. It was hard to hear much because
of Bully Boy’s loud guffaws. I turned around and looked at her. She nodded at
me with a little smile.
The rotation came around to Bully vs. Nathan again. Bully
was grinning. Nate was holding his twiggy arms in front of himself, trying to
protect his face. Bully hit one ball, SMACK, hard at Nate’s face. I heard a
funny sound, like a little crack. Nate had his hand over his nose. Was Nate
hurt? Elton was still way over there, blabbing on, not even looking this way.
The play paused but Bully yelled, “Hey, come on. What’s up? Serve the ball?”
“Why don’t you take it easy, you jerk? I think he’s hurt.” I
yelled to Bully. Suddenly, I could sense a change in the atmosphere, kinda
like it would feel just before a lightning storm. At the same time I was
giving Bully the evil eye, wishing he would drop dead. The ball was in the air
and Bully went for it. Was that a flash of lightning near his head? It was
small, and so quick, it almost appeared to be a flicker of light. Bully
stopped dead in midair. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell
right over. SMACK. His neck snapped back and his head hit the floor hard. Then
his head lolled to the side and there was a trickle of blood seeping out of the
corner of his mouth.
What happened to him? One minute he was laughing and
jumping around and the next minute he collapsed. Nothing touched him. I
turned back to yell to Elton and noticed Mercy. She was staring at Bully with
great intensity, looking a little smug.
Elton finally noticed that something was up. He ran over to
Bully and started checking him out. “You,” he pointed to someone, “call the
front office and have them get an ambulance, quickly.” He had everyone stand
back while he was checking Bully out. (I guess his real name is Jimmy but I
think I’ll stick with Bully). I have to say, he
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