The Bully From School - The Unfinished Part 1

The following you about to read is an unfinished first part of an unfinished first story writtern by me. There’s going to be some errors and misunderstanding in this first part of the story, but I think you’ll gonna…like it.

It’s school time. Teachers are starting to get ready to work.

Mr. Julies is showering in the bathtub, singing so loud that his husband tells him to shut up.

“Mr. Julies,” Ms. Julies called.

“What,” Mr. Julies exclaimed.

“I’m trying to watch the morning news and I can’t hear because of your boring singing.”
“Well the only thing you need to worry about is the weather,” he told her. “You don’t need the news.”
“Oh really,” she said. “You should be watching the news rather than singing in the bathtub.”
Mr. Mac is trying to find which suit and tie would best suit him. He takes out a jacket and a tie.

“Honey,” he called.

“Yes,” Ms. Mac said.

“Which suit and tie should I wear?” he asked.

Ms. Mac comes to his room, all dressed up for work.

“The black one,” she said.

“Thank you,” Mr. Mac said.

“You’re welcome.”
Ms. Louis, who’s half-way dressed, is looking for a bra.

“Hey have you seen my bra?” she asked her husband.

“Nope I’ve haven’t seen it,” Mr. Louis said.

She suddenly finds it.

“Okay find it,” she said.

“Good,” he said. “You are smart woman.”
“Thanks.”

Trumaine Alexander, an African-American fourteen-year-old teenage boy, all dressed up for school, is looking at the mirror.

He lives in a house full of adults. Not just his parents but also agents and bodyguards.

“Ms. Alexander,” Trumaine asked.

“Yes,” Ms. Alexander said as she walked into her room. She’s also dressed up for work too.

“What time should we leave?” Trumaine asked.

Ms. Alexander looked at her watch.

“At 6:30am,” she said as she looked at him.

“Okay,” he said.

Mr. Trumain and Mr. Sams were Trumaine’s adult friends and they taking care of him. There were supposed to be bodyguard him also, but obviously Mr. Sams think it’s a good idea to leave Trumaine alone at school the whole time and then when the school is over then they pick him up. Mr. Truman says it’s a bad idea, but he reluctantly agreed as he wants to make some money too. They have a business and their business did really well.

“Better get ready,” Mr. Trumain said. “Because this ride is not going anywhere until we leave.”
“If the ride is going someplace else then we doomed,” Mr. Sams said.

Mr. Trumain and Mr. Sams are Trumaine’s bodyguards. They sometimes get into other people’s bussines.

“Alright,” Mr. Alexander said as he walk downstairs. “Are we ready?” he asked.

Mr. Alexander look like a goofy man and it sounded like a soul man.

Ms. Alexander dressed like she’s ready to work

Trumaine has arrived in the living room.

“Alright,” Mr. Sams said. “Let’s drive off to school.”

“Alright Trumaine,” Ms. Alexander said as she smiles. “Good luck on your first day of school.”

“Good luck,” Mr. Alexander said as he smiled too.

“See you later,” Ms. Alexander said.

“Bye mom bye dad,” Trumaine said as he smiles back to them

Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman

The teachers are driving the cars like everybody else.

Then Mr. Mac sees a car, whom he remembered when he saw it on tv, that look very silmar to the one he’s trying to chase.

Mr. Mac decides to drive toward the car.

When the red light comes to green, Mr. Mac chases the car.

Minutes later, while that, the police decides to chases Mr. Mac.

When they see the chase, thinking it will end at school, they jump in the bandwagon.

When they to school, Mr. Mac’s car got almost crashed.

Mr. Solly just came out of the chased car.

Mr. Mac got off the car crash.

Trumaine’s car has arrived to school on time. When he arrived, all he saw was a bunch of chasing cars going around the parking lot.

Mr. Solly come out of the car running down the sidewalk. Mr. Mac come out of the car chasing him.

“Hey you stole my briefcase,” Mr. Mac said.

“No I did not,” Mr. Solly said. “It’s not yours, It’s mine.”
Mr. Mac knows that his frenemy Mr. Solly stole some of his belongnings instead of just buying his in the stores near him.

When Mr. Solly run towards the school entrance, he stopped to see the African-american teen boy who standing behind it.

“What’s your name?” Mr. Solly asked.

“Trumaine,” he said.

“Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Mr. Solly said as rush to enter the school entrance. “Talk to you later.”

Mr. Mac also run toward the school entrance.

“Hello Trumaine,” Mr. Mac greeted as he stoped to see him. “It’s nice to meet you but I have a situation to handle so see y’all later.”

He has no time to meet him because he wants to get his briefcase so badly from Mr. Solly.

Trumaine has got a wondering look on his face after he saw the two men entered the school entrance in a hurry, chasing each other.

He shug his shoulders and enter the school entrance like the way students did and not run like Mr. Mac and Mr. Solly.

When he entered the school, he saw the two men running down the hallway.

Ms. Jones, who is standing behind the wall in the hallway, is trying to stop the two men from running.

“Hey go back and walk gentlemen,” she exclaimed.

“Hey give me back my briefcase,” Mr. Mac requested.

“I told you Mr. Mac it’s not your briefcase,” Mr. Solly said.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” Ms. Jones trying to say stop but they won’t listen. As a result, Ms. Jones jumped the bandwagon.

Everybody watch the situation. Mr. Mac is chasing Mr. Solly because Mr. Solly has Mr. Mac’s briefcase and Ms. Jones is chasing them because there is no running allowed in this building.

“Hey didn’t I tell you guys not to run,” Ms. Jones said.

“I don’t care,” Mr. Mac said. “Because Mr. Solly stole my briefcase.”
“So what,” Mr. Solly said as he looked at Mr. Mac as they still chasing. “It’s not yours.”
Ms. Andrews is reading a magazine while sitting down in the chair. She looked up and saw the two men and a woman chasing down the hallway coming towards her.

Ms. Andrews got up and tried to block them to stop their running.

“Hey stop running!” she exclaimed.

But Mr. Solly push her down to the floor. Mr. Mac passes her as he still chasing Mr. Solly down. But Ms. Jones, who’s chasing them to stop running, run toward her to help.

“Are you okay,” Ms. Jones asked.

“Yeah I’m okay,” Ms. Andrews said as she pick himself up. “Those idiots need to get their act together.”
“I know let’s go,” Ms. Jones ordered her. And they start chasing them.

Mr. Julies is talking to fellow teacher Ms. Zicks.

“What time do you sleep?” Mr. Julies asked.

“About…,” Ms. Zicks is thinking for a moment. “…maybe about ten or elven o’clock.”
“Why is that?”
“I was watching the state of the union last night.”
“Last night? There was a state of the union last night?”

“What time do you go to bed?”
“Eight o’clock.”
“Eight o’clock? So that means you missed it then.”
“Okay I missed it, I did not know there is a state of the union…what time did it come on?”

“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Do you even have clock?”

“Nope I don’t have a clock. I have a  clock on my laptop.”

“How much your laptop cost?”
“$199.000”

“$199.000?”

“Yeah.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the coming chasing of Mr. Solly, Mr. Mac, Ms. Jones, and Ms. Andrews. As they pass them, Mr. Julies and Ms. Zicks decided to join the chase.

“You know we better stop them,” Mr. Julies suggested.

“Good idea,” Ms. Zicks agreed.

And they joined the chase.

Right now, there are six teachers chasing down the hallway. But now they started to split up.

Mr. Solly went left into another part of the hallway and then went into a classroom.

Mr. Mac tried to follow him but he went the same direction, Mr. Solly was nowhere to be found. Then he gets hit by Ms. Jones as she tackled him.

“Got you,” she said.

Ms. Andrews, Ms. Zicks and Mr. Julies walked toward Ms. Jones as she grab Mr. Mac off the floor.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Mac asked.

“Stopping you from running,” Ms. Jones said.

“Hey what are you doing?” Ms. Andrews asked.

“I was chasing Mr. Solly,” Mr. Mac answered.

“Why?”
“Because he stole my briefcase.”
Ms. Jones, Ms. Zicks, Mr. Julies and Ms. Andrews look left and right. No sign of Mr. Solly anywhere.

“I didn’t see him,” Mr. Julies said.

“Mr. Solly!” Ms. Andrews called as she searches for him.

“You are in detetion,” Mr. Julies told.

“Whoa wait,” Mr. Mac backed up. “What do you mean I got detention?”
“Just what I mean Mr. Mac you got detention.”

“Starting right now,” Ms. Zicks said.

They take Mr. Mac to the detention classroom.

Meanwhile, Ms. Andrews is looking for Mr. Solly. When she sees him, she open the door.

“Mr. Solly what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Mr. Solly said.
“You don’t know. You have his briefcase.”

“What do you mean ‘his briefcase’”?”
“You know what I’m taking about. That briefcase you holding on..that is Mr. Mac’s”

“Oh okay,” Mr. Solly said as he nodded his head faster. “But I’m not gonna give it to him.”
“You not?”

“No. Because he’s stupid. He needs to ask me to borrow my stuff not steal my stuff. If he ask me to borrow it instead of just stealing it, we don’t have a problem.”

“Well you steal some stuff too.”
Mr. Solly is irraited, making up some faces. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll give it back to him.”

Mr. Solly then came to detention and give Mr. Mack back his suitcase.

Mr. Mac grab it from him.

“Thank you..very much,” he said in a very angry way,

“You’re not welcome,” Mr. Solly said.

After a visit at the school main office, Mr. Sams and Mr. Truman waved to say goodbye to Trumaine.

Trumaine is entering the classroom and walked toward the teacher named Mr. Marshall.

“Welcome to English class Trumaine,” Mr. Marshall greeted. “My name is Mr. Marshall. I’m your English teacher.” He gives Trumaine a handshake. He lets him sit besides a geeky guy with a layered long hair and glasses, named Chalmette.

“Today we’ll be doing some..ehh,” Mr. Marshall is scratching his head as he trying to come up with something. “How about the book of Whispers,” he said as he grab the book from the table that was in front of him.

Trumaine whispered to Chalmette during the last few miniutes of classtime. “Pssst,” Trumaine said to him.

Chalmette turn his to look at Trumaine.

“Hi,” Trumaine said. “What’s your name?”

“Chalmette.”

“I’m Trumaine. I live a few blocks down there.”

“Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Chalmette said.

“Nice to meet you too Chalmette,” Trumaine said. “So where do you live?” he asked.

“Right around Arundel Mills.”
“In a house?”

“Yep.”
“I live in apartment. I hang out with the little kids.”

Chalmette got a questional look on his face when Trumaine said that.

“Okay well actually I was babysitting little kids but I also hang out with them,” Trumaine said.

“Do you have any siblings at all?” Chalmette asked.

“No,” Trumaine said as he shakes his head.

“I have a little brother.”

“How old is he?”

“Ten.”
“Okay.”

The bell starts to ring and everybody jumped up for their next class.

“What class do you go to next,” Trumaine asked.

“History,” Chalmette said. “What’s yours?”

“Matter and Energy.”

“Alright see you later.”

It’s lunch time.

When Trumaine goes to the cafeteria, he’s get pushed to the floor by the freshman bully named Jermaine.

“Well hello there black idiot,” Jermaine said.

Jermaine’s friends were laughing at Trumaine. However, the students around them were not.

“Looks like we got company,” Jermaine said.

Trumaine pick himself up from the floor. “Do you want hurt me back stupid,” Jermaine attacked.

Trumaine try to turn back so that he could get his lunch. But Jermaine grab his shoulders, turn him around and punch him in the face, making him falling to the floor again.

Some students were hyping “Fight Fight!” while others stand there in froze and don’t know what to do.

Finally, one person step up.

“HEY!” one girl exclaimed. Her name is Sally.

“Why go ahead and pick on somebody at your own size,” she said.

“Like you?” Jermaine asked as he walked closer to her.

“Go ahead,” Sally said. “Hit me in the face.”

Jermaine tries to punch her but he reluctant himself not to do it. Not only that, Sally’s eyes were scaring not only him but also his friends as well.

“I can’t do it,’ Jermaine said. “Let’s get out of here guys.”
Jermaine and his friends walked out of the cafeteria.

Sally walked toward Trumaine as he pick himself up.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” Sally said.

“What’s your name?”

“Sally.”

“My name is Trumaine.”

“Nice to meet you Trumaine.”
Then someone gets up from the cafeteria, throw his finished trey in the trash can and step up to help Trumaine. His name is Coshaun.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Trumaine said.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Trumaine.”
“My name is Coshaun.” Coahaun gives him a handshake.

When Trumaine gets out of school, he walks in the sidewalk. When he walks in the sidewalk, He saw Jermaine and his friends around the block. He turns around and run to avoid getting hit. But they notice him running as they saw as him being afraid of them.

“Hey you,” Jermaine said.

They decide to chase him down. Trumaine is running faster and faster. But when they get closer to him, they tlacked him to the ground.

“Got you now,” Jermaine said as he grab him from the ground. “Now you can’t run any longer.”

“Why’re you running away from us stupid,” Gordon asked.

“Because you’re all jerks,” Trumaine said.

“Excuse me,” Jackson said as he comes toward him.

“What do you say dummy?” Jermaine asked.

“You are all dummy jerks!” Trumaine exclaimed.

Jermaine punches Trumaine in the face.

“OWWW!” Trumaine cried.

“You calling us jerks, idiot,” Jermaine said to his face. “Then we will call you a jerk too dummy.”
Trumaine is so afraid that he makes a sad look on his face.

“Ahhh looking for the tough girl huh,” Gordon said.

“Too bad the girl isn’t here now,” Jermaine said.

They started to laugh now at him.

A few blocks away, a 27-year-old young man who has blonde hair named Chad Jakob is walking down the sidewalk listening to his smartphone. When he saw the boys buling the black boy, he take off his earphones off his ears to hear the situation.

“He’s a jackass,” Jermaine said. “Let’s put that idiot in the trash can.”

“Noooo,” Trumaine cried as they hold him with their hands and takes him to the garbage.

Hearing the screaming and the shouting, Chad decides to run and chase them down.

There, Jermaine and his friends put Trumaine in the garbage as they did what they want. As Trumaine tries to get up, the gang laugh at him as they look at him as the nasty him.

Then they hear a mad man’s voice.

“HEY!” Chad exclaimed.

Jermaine and the gang turn around to look at Chad. His face turn a serious look.

“What the hell are you guys bullying him?” he asked.

The gang look at each other in a scared look, waiting for answers from each other.

“You guys don’t know,” Chad said

“Uh oh got run,” Gordon said.

“Yeah you better run alright,” Chad told. “Next time I’ll kick your butts!”

Chad then goes toward the garbage can. “Are you okay,” he said to Trumaine.

“Yeah,” Trumaine said as he almost gets up from the garbage can but still struggling.

“Here,” Chad said as he stretch his hand to help him get up from the trash. “Let me give you a hand.”

Trumaine’s hand touch his and Chad pull Trumaine from the garbage can completely.

“Thank you,” Trumaine said.

“You’re welcome,” Chad said. “Wanna come to my house to let me clean you up from this mess?”
“I can’t tell you my address because my parents…”

“are gonna punch you?” Chad finish Trumaine’s sentence.

Trumaine nodded.

“I’m asking you that because I don’t want your parents seeing you like this,” Chad explained.

“So you want me to be cleaned up?” Trumaine asked.

“Yeah,” Chad said as he nodded his head. “Look everything is going to be allright okay.”

“Okay,” Trumaine agreed.

Chad walk him in the side walk.

Chad’s house was a few blocks away from Trumaine’s house. Chad only lives at his house with his girlfriend Emily Schwartz.

At Chad’s house, Chad and Trumaine is walking toward Chad’s door. He ring the doorbell because Emily was still living in the house. She didn’t call him to ask if she can leave the house in a hurry sooo Emily must be stayed in the house.

When the door opened, what they saw is Emily who wears a pink tank top tucked into her jeans.

“Hello look we got here,” Emily said as she smile. “Who is this?” she asked as she referring to Trumaine.

“Hi Emily,” Chad this. “This is Trumaine. Trumaine, this is Emily, my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” Trumaine asked as he looked at Chad.

“Yeah what’s wrong?” Chad asked.

“Nothing,” Trumaine said.

“Nice to meet you Trumaine,” Emily said as he gives him a handshake. “Looks like you have been buliied.”
“Yeah he has,” Chad said. “He got thrown in the trash by those evil bastards.”

“Is it okay for me to come in,” Trumaine asked Emily. “Because I want to get cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” Emily said as he lets him come in to her and Chad’s house.

Chad and Trumaine enter the house as Emily closes the door.

“Allright take your shirt off” Chad ordered.

Trumaine takes his shirt off revealing his tank top.

“Now take your pants off,” Chad ordered.

Trumaine takes his pants off as he was told to do. But when he takes off his pants off, he reveails his underwear

 “I don’t want you to be sexy,” he said.

“He looks kinda sexy,” Emily said as she look at him.

“I know,” Chad said.

“Thank you Emily for that,” Trumaine said. “But I don’t desvere that.”
“You desvere to be sexy,” Emily said “C’mon man what do you mean?”

“I like the word but the people outside will laugh at me.”
“OHHH,” Chad and Emily realized.

“Okay we get it,” Chad said. “I’m gonna put your clothes in the washing machine in a hurry as fast as it can.”

“So don’t worry about,” Emily said. “In the meantime, why won’t you read some of the books over there.” She’s pointed to the bookshelf in the living room.

When Trumaine, in a tank top and a brief, walk toward the bookshelf, the books in the bookshelf look kinda kidish. They are all children’s books. Really there are no books for teenagers, not even for young adults like Chad and Emily.

“Ummm..” Trumaine said as he found something strange.

“What’s wrong,” Emily said as she walk toward him.

“The books are for the kids, right,” trumaine said.

“Ahh yeah.”
“Do you buy books at your own age?”
“No, because the books contain something that we don’t know about.”
“Do you guys graduate from college?”

“Yes we did, it’s just that children’s books are better than young-adult books.”
“Don’t you think your mom and dad will be kinda ackward when you read children’s books?”
“Nope.”

Chad put the clothes in the washing machine. He turns the machine on and saw the clothes going around and around in the water.

Minutes later, Chad and Emily were sitting down in the left couch while Trumaine is siting down in the right couch. They were talking about being bullied. Trumaine is telling them his story.

“When I was going to go home early, I saw the same group that bullied me early at school,” Trumaine explained. “When I started to run, they started chasing me down and hit me to floor. They called mean names like ‘stupid’ or ‘idiot’. I called them ‘jerks’ but it made a lot wose.”
“How worse?” Chad asked.

“Well he, the leader of the gang, punch me in the face…”

Emily’s eyes and mouth widely open after that comment.

“Yeah I saw you reaction just like…right now,” Trumaine said to Emily.

“I’m sorry if that…”
“Now that’s okay. I can see your emotion as you kinda shock about it. That’s what my parents react if they find news that shocking.”
“Oh okay.”
“As I’m saying, he punch me in the face calling me a jerk. Then they throw me in the trash can, which you, Chad,” he said as he ponted to him. “…saw and scared those bullies away.”
“Yeah I kinda step up and say to them ‘next time I see you guys bulling someone I kick your asses’” Chad said as he looked at Emily. “And then I help him from the garbage can,” he continued as he looked at Trumaine.

“Which it’s nice, it’s the right thing to do,” Trumaine continues to say. “And then I look kinda messy. So I came to you guys’ house for you two to clean me up.”

“Okay,” Chad said as he takes a deep breath. “That’s the end of story.”
“Do you guys ever been bullied?” Trumaine asked.

“Well..”

Trumaine is in the back seat of the car. Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain were in the front seat with Mr. Sams driving the wheel. They were arguing with each other about letting him into going home alone. Now they point fingers at each other.

“See what you done,” Mr. Sams said.

“See what? What have I done?” Mr. Trumain asked.

“This,” Mr. Sams pointed at Trumaine. “This is what have you done.”
“Me?” Mr. Trumain asked. “You the one who let him walk alone.”
“That’s because you made stupid choices for us like going to a store buy some beer that isn’t beer.”
“Well yes it is.”
“It’s water-ish. We actually drinking water.”
“So what the beer we drinking you think is actually water.”

Mr. Sams hist his teeth. “You’re….Okay here’s the plan we tell his mom and dad what happen…in a fictional way.”
“In a fictional way like how?” Mr. Trumain asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s just pretend that the bullying didn’t happened.”
“It did happened Mr. Sams.”
“Yeah it really did. I’m just telling you not to tell them about it OKAY!” Mr. Sams explaned in an angry way.

“Hey Trumaine,” Mr. Trumain said as he turn around to look at him. “We have plan already just now. So please don’t tell your parents because we got this,” he said as he point fingers at Mr. Sams and himself.

When the car finally arrived at Trumaine’s house, Trumaine and his two suppsodely bodyguards, Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain, get off the car.

“Okay remember our plan,” Mr. Sams said to Mr. Trumain as he point fingers at him.

“Yeah you too smartypants,” Mr. Trumain said.

“You three Trumaine,” Mr. Sams told him as he pointed fingers. “Don’t tell your mom and dad because we got this,” he said as he point fingers at Mr. Trumain and himself.

When they get to the door, Mr. Sams ring the doorbell and told everybody to shhhh.

When Trumaine’s mom opened, he saw them in a quiet mode.

“What happened,” Ms. Alexander asked.

“Well what happened was that,” Mr. Sams is trying to explain. “…was that when trying to get home, Mr. Trumain here wants to go out to a store far away from us and it took so long to to get there because all of this traffic going on that is holding us up.”
“Yeah, we had a traffic accident on the road,” Mr. Trumain said. “It was horrible out there.”
“It did make splash on Trumaine’s shirt because Mr. Trumain open the window for him.”

“Because he’s hot Mr. Sams don’t you get it.”

“Alright all of you get in the house,” Ms. Alexander ordered.

In the morning, Mr. Sams and Mr. Trumain, taking Trumaine to school in the car, were still arguing about what should not happened the other night.

“You should be the one to blame,” Mr. Sams said to Mr. Trumain.

“Me,” Mr. Trumain said. “You the one who should get the blame.”
“No I shoulden’t.”

“Yes you should.”
“I mean c’mon you let him alone and get bullied by those monsters.”
“That’s what you think you never had any of your calculations right.”
“Oh really.”
“Do you take a pill?”
“No I did not. I did not take a pill Mr. Trumain.”
“Then how come I saw you taking tablets on a sercuity camera.”
“That ain’t no security camera. You actually watching a movie”
“Yeah right like I was actually watching a movie.”

“Yeah you are actually watching a movie Mr. Trumain what the hell are you talking about?”
“The fact that you..”

“I did never take a pill you was actually watching a movie.”
“Okay maybe I was watching a movie. I was actually….see I don’t know.”
“Huh maybe the movie you watching should be called ‘see I don’t know’ because apparently you don’t know about the movie at all.”
“Well that’s the reason you let him walk alone.”
“That has nothing to do with him being bullied, I can’t can’t understand this at all.”
“Ohhh so wait you think I’m the only one who should take the blame.”

At school, when Trumaine walked down the hallway, he saw Jermaine and his friends bullying a redhead boy to the ground. Ms. Andrews come towards the situation.

“Hey stop that,” she exclaimed. “alright!”

The bullying boys looked at her like she’s crazy.

“Say you sorry,” she ordered.

But the boys were not apologizing to him like she told to.

“We not gonna apologize,” Jermaine said.

“You not,” Ms. Andrews shouted.

“No we not,” Gordon said.

“Then come with me,” Ms. Andrews ordered.

As soon as they leave, Trumaine walked toward the bullied redheaded boy named Cady.

“Hi,” Trumaine said as stretch his hand to help him get up from the floor just what Chad did to him when he was in the garbage can. “Let me give you hand.”

He pulled him off the floor completely.

“Thanks,” Cady said.

“You’re welcome,” Trumaine said.

“What’s your name?” Cady asked.

“I’m Trumaine. What’s yours?”

“I’m Cady. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Nice hair.”

“Thanks.”
“I’m mean you hair is a lot cooler than me.”
“Your hair look kinda cooler too.”

They talk through their next class.

“So do you ever been ever bullied?” Trumaine asked.

“Not once,” Cady answered. “But twice!”

“Wow!”

“I was bullied when I get out of school last mounth. They punched me serveal times. I got hurt and then got to the hospital.”

“Are you afraid that you gonna die?”

Cady nodded his head. “But days later, the doctor tells me that I’m feeling fine now so I got out of the hospital.”

“Wow that’s….that’s a terrible story,” Trumaine said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Cady apologized.

“No no it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll tell you my story of being bullied.”
Trumaine tells Cady the whole thing including the time when Chad rescure him from the bullies and take him to his house to clean him up.

“Wow,” Cady whispered. “that story is kinda….,”

“Scary?” Trumaine finishes his sentence. “Your story is the scariest. I hope you feel alright down there.”
“Thanks for your support,” Cady said.

“You’re welcome,” Trumaine said.

When school’s over that day, Trumaine and Chalmette is walking down the sidewalk talking about how school was for the day.

“You know getting that a good grade on my recent test could be a lot better than I thought,” Chalmette said.

“Yeah I got a  B+ on a recent math test this morning,” Trumaine said.

“Really?” Chalmette asked.

“Yeah,” Trumaine answered.

“You know you could help me on a science project that will take me long and hard if I do it myself,” Chalmette suggested.

“You have a science project?” Trumaine asked.

“Well yeah.”
“Did the science fair going on right now?”

“Not yet, I have long planned for this sicence idea to begin.”
“Do you write your idea on paper?”

“Yeah.”

“Where do you keep it?”

“In my closet. I written my idea on lots of paper several times and I hid them everywhere in my room.”
“Oh okay.”

“Do you have your idea for your science fair project?”
“Not yet. But I’m not gonna wait until the last minute,” Trumaine promised.

“You won’t,” Chalmette asked.

“No I won’t.”
The conversation is going well. But when they saw Jermaine and his friends on the sidewalk talking to each other, things are about to get ugly.

Trumaine tried to run away but Chalmette stopped him.

“Trumaine where are you going?” Chalmette asked.

“I’m afraid of them,” Trumaine said as he points to the gang who bullied him several times.

“Heeyy,” Jermaine said with an unfornate smile on his face. “Look we got there.”

Trumaine and Chalmette walk toward them. Trumaine got scared while Chalmette goes angry against them.

“We got a scardy-cat and his lucky friend who wants to kick our asses,” Jermaine said.

“Yeah that’s right bitch,” Chalmette said to them. “I’m here to kick all your asses for bullying my friend to hell.”

“Oh really,” Jermaine said as if Chalmette can prove to him and his group.

“You can really kick our ass?” Gordon asked.

“Yeah I can,” Chalmette said as he can prove to them.

“Then how about right now,” Jermaine said.

He then try to punch him in the face, But Chalmette duck as it misses him and he punches Jermaine in the gut hard.

“Oww!” Jermaine cried.

Chalmette then punches him in the face falling him to the ground.

“KICK HIS ASS!” Gordon ordered.

The rest of them come to attack Chalmette. But everything they use to hurt him misses as Chalmette uses his foot and hands to punch and kick them everystep of the way.

When they finally got hurt, Chalmette run toward Trumaine.

“Let’s run,” Chalmette ordered as he and Trumaine run away from Jermaine and the gang, which they pick himself up from the ground and started chasing them.

Trumaine and Chalmette run toward the statue and they climbed over it and entered the park and they continued running.

Jermaine and the gang run toward the statue and they see Trumaine and Chalmette running through the park.

“Ah better next time guys,” Jermaine told his friends.

“We’re out of here,” Gordon said.

They started to walk away from them.

Meanwhile Trumaine and Chalmette is still running until they get to the sidewalk. They bent down, breathing heavily.

“Are they gone,” Trumaine asked as they looked back. No sign of them chasing them.

“Yeah I think so,” Chalmette answered.

“Good job kicking some butt Chalmette,” Trumaine said.

“Thanks man,” Chalmette said as he high five at Trumaine.

“Did you did Tae-kwon-do?”

“Yeah.”

“Beacause what you recently did is really aswome.”

“Thank you again Trumaine.”

“Oh you’re welcome.”

They begin to walk again down that sidewalk.

Minutes later, Trumaine and Chalmette walked to Chalmette’s house. Trumaine’s parents said it’s okay to go to his friend’s house with permission and Chalmette’s parents said it’s okay to bring a friend to his house with permission.

As they walked into the entrance, Chalmette ring the doorbell. Chalmette’s mom comes toward the door and opened it.

“Hey Chalmette,” Chalmette’s mom, Ms. McDolly, said.

“Hey Mom,” he said.

“Looks like you bring a friend to visit,” she said.

“Hi what’s your name?” She said to Trumaine.

“Ms. McDolly.”

“Oh nice to meet you Ms. McDolly,” Trumaine greeted as he gives her a handshake.

“Why do we come in,” she susgessted.

They come in into the house. Trumaine thought his friend’s was better than his, although this…

After they finish playing video games, Trumaine and Chalmette were talking about something else very serious.

“Have you ever bullied?” Trumaine asked.

“Yes,” Chalmette asked as he nodded his head. “I am”

“When?”

“Well I was bullied in middle school. Two  students came to me and they steal my books and things,” Chalmette explains. “..and then they started to beat me up.”

“How many times?” Trumaine asked.

“Several times.”
“Were you hurt?”

“Yes..I did got hurt. I was trying to get away from them but every time when I try to do that, I get caught by them.”

“Who are those bullies?” Trumaine asked.

“I think they are named Alex and Jack,” Chalmette guessed.

“Did you go to karate school at the time?”

“Yeah. I was thinking of fighting with them. But at the same time, my parents will punish me for doing what I’m gonna do.”
“So you didn’t try to attempt to fight with those bullies but you did you go to a teacher?”

“Yes I did go to a teacher for help.”

“Did the teacher stop the bullies from bulling you?”
“Yeah she did. She then call their parents about it and they grounded them.”
“Did those bullies ever apologized to you?”

“Well yes, they did apologized to me. They say ‘I’m sorry for everything I did to you I won’t do it again’”

“Do you really want to kick their butts?”

“Yeah I would but not at that time.”

Trumaine nodded his head.

“Do you have any problems in your life before this?”