The Bully
“I expected him to steal my Twinkies or slap me on top of my head and walk away like he usually did, but he just sat there staring. Billy was the ugliest kid I’d ever seen. He had a crew cut and his face was covered with dark freckles. His nose was wide and flat and his teeth were crooked and chipped. He looked like Alfred E. Newman, except more deranged. “If you want my Twinkies, you can have ’em,” I said, hoping this would make him leave me alone. He kept smiling at me in his demented way, for what seemed like a very long time, then said, “I don’t want your Twinkies, blubber ass.” I continued eating my sandwich, ready for Billy to punch me or smack me. I was the fattest kid in school and I was used to getting picked on, especially by Billy. But instead Billy said, “Today’s the day, fatso. I’m gonna beat you up so bad, your mama won’t recognize you no more.” Other kids nearby heard Billy threatening me and a commotion started. Soon the entire cafeteria was chanting, “Fight, figh...t, fight, fight, fight…” The cafeteria attendant, Mrs.MoreLess
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