Creative Writing: Friends Made Out Of Bullying

Friends Made Out of Bullying

I woke up to the sound of an extremely annoying BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP, and I felt like a hibernating bear. It was like the darn alarm wanted me to get a knew one. But reluctantly, I pulled the switch on the back of the thing and pushed myself out of bed. I climbed down the ladder to my loft bed and went to pull my shoes on and get breakfast. I heard my mom yelling from her bedroom, ”Hurry up honey, or you’re going to be late for school!”

“Okay!” I half yelled half moaned in reply as I tripped my way out the door over the little step by a our doorway and almost fell down the stairs. I climbed up the three foot tall steps on the bus and slowly zombie walked to a random seat. Soon, too soon even I was on the bus clonking along on my way to that dreaded place: school.

“Hey!

Billy, look, John left his Backpack out on the floor again! We better turn it into the lost and found!” They laughed like maniacs then headed over to me and looked at my backpack is if I never existed. They Yanked it off my shoulders and Billy said to Jake sarcastically, ”I sure Hope he finds this, it probably has a lot of important papers in it!” They laughed again, with it reverberating throughout their whole body. I woefully watched through the office window as they laughed their way to the office and gave it to the secretary. This was typical day for me at school, and it hadn’t ever got any better for the past three

months.
Sixth hour came along slowly but surely, and at the end of the day I finally headed home. Finally, I wouldn’t have to deal with those annoying little—Bullies! They had been bullying me since 3rd grade, and I wasn’t about to let it ruin my 7th grade. I got home raced through my homework and pulled out a paper and pencil. I was going to design a plan to get my revenge.
I felt my heart beating, faster and faster the closer I got to school. I had my water gun ready and loaded. I was going to spray their backpack and hope it got all of their technology devices and stuff, If I got them really good, they wouldn’t mess with me ever again! We pulled up to the school’s curb and I stepped off. The bullies weren’t there. Someone else was though, and he was walking straight towards me.
“Why do you look like you’re gonna kill someone?” The boy asked with a look that said, you’re weird.
“Should I tell him my plan?” I thought in my head. I had the feeling he already knew, he looked into my eyes as if he were seeing right through them. “There are these bullies…….”I started telling him.
“And that’s why I have the squirt gun,” I finished after like three minutes. It was weird, because the whole time I was talking, He never took his eyes off me. It was as if he actually cared. He slowly looked down and started saying, ”you know, revenge helps nothing. I once tried to get revenge on my teacher. Lets just say- I got in a lot of trouble.”
“so you’re saying I should jus-“out of the corner of the eye I saw my bullies get off the bus, lumbering towards me laughing, just like always do. All of a sudden the squirt gun felt 100 times heavier in my pocket. I reached for it, and what I did even amazed me.
“Oh, shoot!” one of the bullies yelped as he jumped a mile high and backed off 8 feet. I looked at them all staring at me and I started crying.. I sat on the stone tiled floor and just started crying. I just wanted to go home and lie in bed. Suddenly I felt the feeling of a warm hand on my back. I looked to my left and there I saw……………My bully. I saw his face, and it wasn’t a face that said,”I am soooooo In trouble” It showed me remorse. “I…...I’m sorry.”
“Its ok,” I looked at him and truly saw how sorry he was.

“do you want to sit next to us at lunch time,” he stuttered out

“Ok” I happily replied. I slowly got up and they grabbed my backpack and put it on my shoulders. We walked to first hour as we parted to go to our different first hours, I heard him say,
”see you at lunch time.” That day was the best day I had had in a long time.