So, this all happened back in kindergarten, the days when homework didn't exist and shît. So back in kindergarten, everyone knew me. I was kind, I gave out cupcakes on my birthday, and shared my candy at lunch. All that stuff. But somehow, I had a bully. Now, for the sake of my own sanity, I'm gonna call this guy Chad. Now, Chad, was a bîcth. And when someone was a bîcth to me, I had two choices. One, tell my mom so she can lay a smackdown on them, or tell the teacher. Since I was a pretty shy kid, I didn't do either. Now, at P.E., on a friday, I was having a good day...I mean, my P.E. coach was there, he was nice, in shape, and my friends were next to me. But the bad news was, Chad was next to me. When I saw him next to me, I almost started to get up, but I didn't do anything. So, when coach was getting things set up, Chad started to poke me. Of course, I ignored it, really hoping he would stop. When he realized that failed, he grabbed my shoulders and made me face him. He looked me in the eyes, and said this: 'I'm gonna kill you when you fall asleep.'
When he said that, I looked around to see if anyone had heard this murderer had said that, and it seemed like no one noticed it. So, I had quickly got up, and ran to coach. When I told him what Chad had said, he took off his sunglasses, looking me straight in the eyes. Now, my coach had a very good sense, and he could tell I was scared out of my damn mind. He then calmly told me that he would take care of it, and told me not to be scared. When I asked to go to the bathroom, and when I got there, I started bawling my eyes out. I was scared out my mind! I-I didn't wanna die-! So after five minutes of crying, my best friend...let's call her Ally. She came in the bathroom and told me I was going to the office to tell what happened. And of course, I-I didn't wanna go. Because I knew if my mom found out, it was gonna get real ugly-
But, she convinced me to go with her, for a trade of her strawberry shortcake roll she kept from lunch. So, when we get to the office, and I tell them what happened, they said they were gonna call Chad's mom, AND my mom. As soon I they said that I started s o b b i n g, I didn't want my mom to know that her kid was bout to die-! But, they called her anyways. Oof.
When my mom came, she told me that it was ok, and that Chad wasn't gonna kill me. And after a long talk with her, she picked me up early so I could at least take a nap.
After that, I never saw Chad again!....Well, Until second grade came around.
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