Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Diary entry of an attacker from Sally

Dear diary,

Today, I finally found the fat boy, after two months. The one that had bullied my poor brother two months ago, just to steal the little money that he had. The one that had injured my poor brother so severely, that he had to be sent to the hospital for a month and missed his school trip. The one that, nevertheless, escaped and never got caught by teachers, nor polices. Until today!!!

It all happened this morning. After eating breakfast, I pranced my way to school. Suddenly, I saw the boy. Obnoxious with an evil grin on his face, he treaded heavily along the street. A plethora of vindictive thoughts flowed through my mind, leaving me undetermined of what to do. A swift moment after, he was gone. Irritated at myself, I came around asking people about the boy, and eventually found out that his name was David. Yes, I thought to myself, so I know who you are now, be prepare to pay for the agony that you had given to my brother two months ago. During break time, I put an anonymous blackmail in his locker, in which told him to meet at the park nearby. It was the exact spot where my brother had been beaten and bruised brutally.

Lunch time came. Two more lessons passed. 1 hour. 10 minutes. Finally, the last bell of the day rang. I abruptly packed away my stuff and started sprinting to the park. He wasn’t there yet. I panted and gasped for air. My shirt was permeated with sweat. My heart was beating fast. Abruptly, I looked up, and saw his obese body approaching. He was holding the letter and looked around, confused yet cautiously, in search of me – the person who sent it. Then, he noticed me, and asked if I was the sender of the letter. I didn’t reply. My head was heating up with anger and hatred. My body was shaking, not with fear, but with antipathy and indignation. Without saying a word, I wanted to beat him up right away; but, he stopped me by telling that the rule of the universe had been known for many years: the big one beats up the smaller one. Then, he kept on insulting and showing contempt for my little brother. Therefore, I and my friend decided to teach him a lesson. I grabbed him on his collar and threw him onto the floor; then, I started to kick the over-weight boy all over his body. The boy put both his arms over his face defencelessly and soon a powerless and vulnerable expression appeared on his face. I kept on striking the boy and immediately after, I realised that some curious students had been watching the fight from the beginning. However, none decided to help the heavy, fat boy; because he had been very arrogant and merciless towards everybody.

Finally, he looked so pathetic just like a dog, which had been punished for being naughty and disobedient. I and other students left him there; crammed with dirt and mud and isolated on the ground.

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