No more Juan

I woke up early in the morning knowing it was gonna be a horrible day. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Before I took the first step, I looked through the window outside. It was him, the bully. Funny thing is his name is Juan. And he's from England. But still. Everyday I have to wake up and get picked on by this dude. After I eat breakfast, I go to my bus stop with my backpack. "Hey Jake! Didn't you have enough after yesterday?" I didn't answer. "Come on! Stop being so quiet doofus!" "Stop!" I yell. "What you gonna do? TWERP!" Without thinking, I throw a punch. Even I couldn't believe it. His nose starts to bleed. I kind of feel bad. But hey, that's what he deserved after 3 long years of getting picked on.

Then I notice the bus was here. And the bus driver saw the whole thing. I'm screwed. "GET IN HERE!" I slowly get into the bus with Juan following me. And of course I get a stupid reflection. Juan never gets in trouble. We are in 9th grade and get to school. The whole day the teachers gave me this weird look. What did this freaking bus driver do?

I get home after a long day at school. It turns out my mother found out. Freaking Bus driver! She seems really pissed. I tried to explain to her what happened but she wouldn't understand.

We hear a knock on the door. It was Juan's mom named Dicky. And I look and see Juan behind her. She has a long talk with my mom and comes towards me. SHIT. But she wasn't mad. She told me that she knows Juan has been bullying me now. WTF she just realized that! But she is still mad that I punched him-.-. So I'm freaking grounded.

Authors note:

Should I finish this story? Or is it too horrible😬? Madi is my only reader😢LOL

~Alejo~