Billy The Bully: A Short Story
Billy the Bully
I always hated school. I didn’t mind learning new things, or seeing my friends, or doing math and writing papers. In fact, I liked every one of those things. I hated school because of Billy, a mean, big, awful kid who bullied me every day. Once when I was in 2nd grade, he jammed a pencil right into my arm.
“Ow!” I yelled. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I hate your stupid red hair,” Billy replied.
I said, “What do you have against people with red hair?”
“Because,” Billy said, “people with red hair are stupid.”
I never, ever told anyone about him bullying me, because if I did, Billy said that he would find my house and kidnap my dog. So I just kept my mouth shut. Billy was also very big and strong, so I never tried to beat
I always hated school. I didn’t mind learning new things, or seeing my friends, or doing math and writing papers. In fact, I liked every one of those things. I hated school because of Billy, a mean, big, awful kid who bullied me every day. Once when I was in 2nd grade, he jammed a pencil right into my arm.
“Ow!” I yelled. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I hate your stupid red hair,” Billy replied.
I said, “What do you have against people with red hair?”
“Because,” Billy said, “people with red hair are stupid.”
I never, ever told anyone about him bullying me, because if I did, Billy said that he would find my house and kidnap my dog. So I just kept my mouth shut. Billy was also very big and strong, so I never tried to beat