These day I go to a school named Unquowa and I like it there. I am the best at hockey in the school and love to write. I have many friends. Some like hockey and some don't. I like all my friends and think they are all so nice.
One day a kid came to the school to visit. He was mean to me and had already made a few friends. He and I know each other because they used to go to the same school years ago. He had always been mean to me and had many friends because he was the so called popular kid and popular kids never get bullied. They don't know what it feels like because no one ever dares to be mean to them. They don't because they have a whole gang behind them. The kid was mean all day long and couldn't shut his mouth. I just wanted to punch him in the face and make him bleed but I know that hitting was only okay to defended or for getting in hockey fights. The day finally ended and I hoped the kid wouldn't come next year.
I tell my mom what happened that day and she said, "Just walk away from him because he be like a fly and keep coming back." I hope he never comes back, I mutter under my breath. "What my mom says." "Nothing I say." and go to my room to do my homework. I am a good kid that does all my homework because I love getting my report card back and seeing A+ A+ A+ A+ and 4 4 4 4. I also do it because it just makes me feel good. I have a brother and he likes and plays hockey but he is two years younger then me and is a pretty good student. I love my family so much and wish we could all see each other more and we didn't have to work or go to school. Life would be great!
