A Bully's Carol

It was just two months into the new school year and Mike felt like he was on top of the world. Varsity Quarterback, Cheerleader Girlfriend, and most important to him, it was also the last year of highschool. Mike Always got what he wanted. Wether it was the girl, or the car he got when he turned 17. He had no problem shoving himself around if others stood in his way. You see Mike was a bully. No wait, to himself he wasnt just a bully, he was THE Bully. All of the kids in school were scared of him. Even some of the teachers. He got good grades even tho he didnt earn them, either cause the teacher was scared of him, or scared what might happen to them if the schools prize athlete got kicked off the team because of poor grades.

As Mike got older, he realised he could get away with more and more, specially around his father. His father seemed so meak compaired to his son. He got him what he wanted, even if it ment he would go without something. His father still drove the same car he has had for ten years. While Mike drove a brand new black Mustang.

Unfortanatly after a night of drinking with friends, he crashed his car. No one was hurt. But his car would be out of commition for a few weeks while it got fixed. That of course was being paid for by his father.

So to make himself feel better, he would walk to school, it was only a few blocks away. He knew he could ride the bus, but being 17 and in his eyes the most important person at the highschool, he didnt want to be seen on it.

This would be the day that would change his life, and the lives of everyone else. It was about eleven on friday and Mike was sitting thru another class. He wasnt even sure what class he was in. He heard the teacher drone on and on about something. But he didnt care what it was about. He knew he was going to pass the class. This was one of the classes where the teacher was scared of him. At 6'2 and 186 pounds he knew no one was a threat to him. Even most of the other schools football teams couldnt stand toe to toe with him. After what felt like all day, the class he was in let out. And he slowly walked to the next class. He was in no hurry to get there. Then out of no where, someone ran into him. While Mike barely moved. The guy who ran into him felt to ground while his bookbag spilled open.

"Watch where the hell your going loser." Mike yelled to him.

"S-s-sorry" Said the boy.

"S-s-sorry?" Mike said immitating the boy. "Your almost messed up my new shirt."

The boy, whos name was Mitch, looked up at Mike and pushed up his glasses. "I am really sorry Mike." he said again.

"Ill show you the meaning of sorry." Mike said as he picked up Mitch by his shirt and lifted him to his feet. Mike brought back his arm to hit Mitch in the face. But as he was about to swing. The Coach let go a scream from down the hall.

"MIKE!" said the coach. "Get your ass to class, NOW!" While the teachers and students were scared of Mike. The coach was the only one to have the respect of Mike. Coach being a former quarterback for the highschool he also made it into professional football. Something that Mike wanted also. So he listened to him, knowing that he knew what he was doing. Saddly for Coach, an injury in his first year ended his carrear.

Mike turned to Mitch while still holding him in the air. "Dont let me catch you again." And then he dropped Mitch back down to his feet, only his legs didnt hold him up and he collapsed to the floor again.

The crowed that watched everything, slowly filtered away leaving Mitch half sitting on the floor while everyone went to their next class. Tears filled his eyes but he quickly wiped them away before anyone might see. The buzzer sounded and it snapped Mitch out of it and he quickly headed to his next class.