John C. Dixon Paper Project 3: Freewrite University of Akron English Major The Bully Shelinda worked two days back in those days, so she could support a home containing five to eight children on a daily basis. All of my cousins would always stay over in addition to my three younger sisters and brother. I had to walk home from Steward Elementary School when I because my mother, Shelinda, had to work. After school, there would be trouble and trouble was a kid named Daniel, who was held in first grade two times. Daniel was our neighborhood bully. He was much bigger than everybody in our first grade class, and nobody would dare to stand up to him. The heat came beating down on my forehead as I reached in my book bag to grab a small bag of Skittles. I popped a few in my mouth to savor the flavor. It was such a nice day I couldnt wait to get home to play with my new water squirt-gun; my mother bought the toy for me a few weeks prior from Toys R Us. Let me get some J.C my younger sister Ashley begged, Please? I couldnt resist her baby, brown eyes. Here I smiled as I gave her the rest of my Skittles. John I was startled from my thoughts as my name was yelled. John Daniel yelled again, Wheres was my money at? My mother used to give me a dollar everyday, so I could stop by the Holland Oil gas station to buy a snack to eat before she got home to cook a decent meal before baseball practice. A few months before, I started giving Daniel the dollar my mother gave me, so I wouldnt have to deal with the consequences of getting beat up. I spent it already, I told him sucking on my teeth.Daniel got so mad he smacked me in the back of my head. Fearing for my sisters safety, I acted as a mad man who escaped from a madhouse, and I jumped at Daniel. I was deeply surprised when I saw him run because nobody ever stood up to him. I never seen him run before, and it was actually funny. He ran like a duck! After walking a short distance down Stoner Boulevard, I heard the sound of running coming from the direction behind me, but before I could turn around I felt a burning sensation shoot through my right leg. When I finally got a chance to see what caused my leg to go instantly numb, I saw Daniel. He was holding a red, metal, air pump that people used to fill their bike tires up with after catching a flat. He swung the pipe again into my leg which caused a piece of flesh to tear away like a slice of butter. I took off running as he chased me a few blocks; then, he stopped to catch his breath. I kept on running fearing for my life. I made it all the way home with no other incidents, but I still felt my leg bleeding. It felt as I just got out of a warm tub. As soon as I started to clean my wounds, I heard Daniel outside of my home screaming at the top of his lungs. Johnny Boy come out, Daniel screamed, you coward! I knew he wanted everyone in the neighborhood to hear him. It was working because all of the homes windows and doors started to open, and people were coming outside to see what was going on. My little cousins, sisters, and brother started to cry. I knew I had to do something! I felt angry because this dude decided to show up at my home. I told my sister to lock the door as I stepped onto the porch and into the front yard. I did not know what I might have to do, but I would protect my siblings and fight, if necessary. Daniel ran towards me swinging the red, metal, air strip towards my head. I ducked as I heard the piece of steel wheeze past my skull; I slammed Daniel to the ground with a hard thud, he lost the air pump. He stood back up quickly into a fighting stance. I felt my sweat pouring down my forehead. And I could smell the grass stains on my shirt from falling to the ground. He swung a right; then, a left punch just nipping my earlobe. As I ducked the second punch, I slammed him with all my strength to the ground this time falling on top of him. I swung my fists fiercely over and over into his face; thus, I feared that if I let him back up, he would beat me up. After a few seconds, I noticed he was crying like a baby. I got up told him Leave, with a deep hint of more courage than before. It felt good to defend myself that day! Of course, after that day, nine of us elementary kids were scared. Actually, he got beat up a few times after that because he tried to bully some other kids. I learned a valuable lesson too that day; I would never give something away that my mother worked so hard for.
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