Short Stories of My Life

My First Fight

I was 10 years old at the time, and as I was about to visit my siblings on the gym where we usually meet up right after class finished. And I was making my way towards the gym, I saw a group of students circling around, almost as if they were watching something, so I hurried my way over and tried to squeeze in the crowd, when I finally did though, the scene made my blood boil, there I saw my siblings getting bullied by one of my classmates and what irritates me more is that, no one tried to stop them. Then when I saw that bully was about to hit one of my siblings, I snap, I made my way and grab his hand and looked at him straight in the eye, "What the fuck were you about to do?" I asked, all the while glaring at him, he looked at me and then smirk, "Why do you care?" he asked, I chuckled and tightened my grip on his wrist, "Those are my fucking siblings you're messing with, course I'd care shithead." I then started to tighten my grip more around his wrist, as I saw his other hand forming a fist, I quickly kick him in his knees, so now he's kneeling in front of me, then I quickly punch his face while I'm at it. After that, he looked at me straight in the eye and I smirked, "This is a warning! Touch my siblings again and you'll regret it.", he quickly nod his head and so I loosened my grip and then he started to run away from the scene, I took a long deep breathe, then looked at my siblings with a smile, "Let's all go home, I'll treat you guys to some snacks on the way.", they all smiled and so we went our way home. After that, no one dared tried to bully them. EVER. AGAIN.