EPT
A bully at my school noticed this, and ever since the second grade he has tormented me.. he never lets me forget how much of a failure I am at life outside of the academic world.
If a girl talks to me, I will mumble something, blush, and walk away. If a guy talks to me I will try to say something \'cool\' but mess it up horribly and they will just stare or make fun of me. If an adult talks to me I will try to be polite, but end up being too polite and they will think I\'m weird.
Anyways.. that\'s not what I\'m posting about. In present time, 11th grade, that same bully torments me in the halls of my school. Put stuff in my locker, pushes me around, knocks my glasses off... rips up my homework if he can find it in my really organized binder. He does anything he can to hurt me and make me embarassed.
Well the other day it got serious, I tried to stand up to him. I said \"hey man whats your problem leave me alone or youll regret it!\" hes like \"what are you gonna do punk?\"... well, I took a swing at him, and hit him straight on. He rubbed his face, laughed, then knocked my ass out flat on the floor.
I was scared to go home, being in a fight is definately gonna get me grounded. When I got home my mom was waiting, and she said "How was school?".. did she not know? I took my chances and said "it was fine.."
She looked very upset, and said, "Your teacher called, and said you got in a fight" I protested "Mom.. it wasn't anything serious dont get upset" she now looked pretty infuriated and said "'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'
So I whistled for a cab and when it came near, The license plate said 'Fresh', and had dice in the mirror, If anything i could say that this cab was rare, But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'
I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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