times before but this was the first time I threw the first punch. It was effective getting me out of that trap, but I have to figure out more strategies that work. Now that I am trying to think about fighting, the fear starts to come back along with the pain. I am thrilled that I defended myself effectively and the pain disappeared for three or four hours. Many times when I tried to hit a big person, the punch did not seem effective. After all, I am still less than 5 foot tall and weigh less than 75 pounds. Bob is probably almost twice that weight, I bet. I know I will eventually get bigger, gain weight, and get stronger, but it will be a while and I still feel the all-consuming fear.
I need to gain some more weight, especially since so many of these fights sometimes get into wrestling. In addition, when I try to defend myself from a bigger person, he always has longer arms. Even if I have my fists up to block a punch, he can easily punch me in the face by going around my defenses with his longer arms. One way I might be able to gain some equality is to grab him by the neck and pull him down to the ground where, if I am as strong as he is, I stand a better chance of hurting him, which is my first priority, even if I lose the fight. Feeling a punch in my face as often as I do is painful so wrestling might be better. I will start eating more food and maybe it will help me to gain some weight.
I know that Bob the Bully will be waiting for me somewhere tomorrow as I walk to school and the thought of that is very frightening. I do not think he knows where I live but he knows what direction I come from when I walk to school. I will have to be sick, tomorrow because that is the only way around it. Since tomorrow is Friday, I will have the whole weekend before I have to go back to school and take the chance of running into him again. I hope he will forget about it by then, but probably not.
The summer is coming but it is still a ways off. Maybe I can escape Bob somehow until then. I have never seen him around on the weekends so he must live in another small nearby town like Vestal or in the country. Many kids that attend Saint Ambrose come from miles away because their parents drive them to school every day to attend a parochial school. If I am lucky, I may not see Bob this summer, either.
It is now Monday, and I am walking to school. On the way, I run into Donald and his friends and they each give me a punch on the arm. They just want to remind me that I am at the bottom and they are at the top, in terms of popularity. They just like to show their superiority. The punches are not that hard or painful but they do create another type of resentment inside me. This happens quite often, at least every time I see them while walking to school. Arriving at the block across the street from the schoolyard, there was Bob waiting next to the door, again, but since he has not seen me yet, I quickly walk down the street and cross over near the second main entrance doorway on the other side of the building. Taking this route means, I will have to walk a ways down the second floor hallway but that is better than feeling another punch. As I enter the doorway one of the Sisters said, “You should be going in the other door!” Ignoring her, I enter quickly, walk rapidly up the staircase and make the long walk to my classroom. Great, I do not see Bob upstairs. He is still probably looking for me downstairs. Quickly, I go to my seat in the second row and wait for Sister Honorine to start the class. Phew, I made it.
As the day progresses, I am proud of myself because I ducked the bully this morning and did not run into him at lunchtime, either. Maybe I can still keep missing him. I have to because he is going to hurt me a lot, if he gets the chance, for hitting him last week. The day is going well, but now it is almost time to leave and, unfortunately, I do not have to go to detention today.
Our class ends a couple of minutes before the bell
I need to gain some more weight, especially since so many of these fights sometimes get into wrestling. In addition, when I try to defend myself from a bigger person, he always has longer arms. Even if I have my fists up to block a punch, he can easily punch me in the face by going around my defenses with his longer arms. One way I might be able to gain some equality is to grab him by the neck and pull him down to the ground where, if I am as strong as he is, I stand a better chance of hurting him, which is my first priority, even if I lose the fight. Feeling a punch in my face as often as I do is painful so wrestling might be better. I will start eating more food and maybe it will help me to gain some weight.
I know that Bob the Bully will be waiting for me somewhere tomorrow as I walk to school and the thought of that is very frightening. I do not think he knows where I live but he knows what direction I come from when I walk to school. I will have to be sick, tomorrow because that is the only way around it. Since tomorrow is Friday, I will have the whole weekend before I have to go back to school and take the chance of running into him again. I hope he will forget about it by then, but probably not.
The summer is coming but it is still a ways off. Maybe I can escape Bob somehow until then. I have never seen him around on the weekends so he must live in another small nearby town like Vestal or in the country. Many kids that attend Saint Ambrose come from miles away because their parents drive them to school every day to attend a parochial school. If I am lucky, I may not see Bob this summer, either.
It is now Monday, and I am walking to school. On the way, I run into Donald and his friends and they each give me a punch on the arm. They just want to remind me that I am at the bottom and they are at the top, in terms of popularity. They just like to show their superiority. The punches are not that hard or painful but they do create another type of resentment inside me. This happens quite often, at least every time I see them while walking to school. Arriving at the block across the street from the schoolyard, there was Bob waiting next to the door, again, but since he has not seen me yet, I quickly walk down the street and cross over near the second main entrance doorway on the other side of the building. Taking this route means, I will have to walk a ways down the second floor hallway but that is better than feeling another punch. As I enter the doorway one of the Sisters said, “You should be going in the other door!” Ignoring her, I enter quickly, walk rapidly up the staircase and make the long walk to my classroom. Great, I do not see Bob upstairs. He is still probably looking for me downstairs. Quickly, I go to my seat in the second row and wait for Sister Honorine to start the class. Phew, I made it.
As the day progresses, I am proud of myself because I ducked the bully this morning and did not run into him at lunchtime, either. Maybe I can still keep missing him. I have to because he is going to hurt me a lot, if he gets the chance, for hitting him last week. The day is going well, but now it is almost time to leave and, unfortunately, I do not have to go to detention today.
Our class ends a couple of minutes before the bell
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