Bully

Christopher Cartagena

I shoved him into the substitute teacher and began punching him. I could hear my classmates scream “stop” through my right ear while I continuously heard a beeping through my left ear. My frustration grew and I kept punching him. Someone grabbed me by the back of shirt and pulled me away from him. I turn around and see a large female security guard. I calmed myself down because I knew I was going to be in trouble. She told us both to get on the elevator because we are heading down to the dean. Trying to act tough I had put on a straight face. I looked at him and out of nowhere he started crying hysterically. Tears began coming down his face as the security guard comforted him. We got to the dean’s office and I could tell the dean was disappointed by the expression on her face. Maybe it was too early in the day for her to be having students in her office. She asked us “what happened?” Neither of us said anything. “No one is going to say anything?” Her nose flared and she began to frown. “Fine, write on a piece of paper telling me what happened” she said. Both of us took out a sheet of loose leaf paper and a pencil from our own bags. After we finished writing we gave the dean our paper. She read his paper first out loud “He shut down my computer and began hitting me” then she read mine out loud “He slapped my left ear with full force after I turned off his computer”.