Battle Field .Z.M. ( sequel to Soldier )

Chapter 4: My First Fight

~Carlos' POV~

"All fifth graders in a line!" The teacher yelled. I quickly went in the line and waited to inside the school. As I was waiting, I felt this tugging on my shirt. I turned around to see a boy...his name is Jared Carter. He's likes to mess with other kids. I hate him.

"Can you stop please?" I asked.

"No, you can't do anything about it." Jared said.

"Yeah right." I mummbled to myself and turned around.

"What was that?" He asked, grabbing my shoulder.

"Nothing, leave me alone." I said.

"You think you can beat me up? Just because you're dad is a stupid military figther and he teachs you how to fight doesn't mean you can beat anyone else up." Jared said.

"Don't you ever talk about my dad like that!" I yelled.

"What are you gonna do? Cry?" Jared laughed.

I turned around, rolling my eyes. Jared had pushed me. "Come on, daddy's boy!"

I turned around and punched him in the face. He stumbled back but then ran over me. I blocked his punched and punched him in the lip. He fell on the ground I got on top of him and started to the punched him again.

"Never talk about my dad like that again!" I yelled.

"Carlos Malik!" Teachers yelled. They pulled me off and took me to the office.

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I saw my mum and dad walk in the office. My mother rushed over to me and said, "Carlos, baby. Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

"No mummy." I said.

"Babe, as you can see...Carlos doesn't have anything on his fac.." My dad said, sitting next to me. "He's not touched.."

"This is why I told you not to teach him how to fight!" My mother said, almost yelling.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malik." The principal said. "Please come in my office."

My mother grabbed my hand and my dad smiled at me a little. We walked in the principals office. We sat down on in the chairs.

"As you both know, you're son got into a fight." The principal said.

"Yes." My parents nodded.

"Is the boy ok?" My mother asked.

"He's.....on his way to the hosptial." He said. "But he'll be alright."

"What happened?" My dad asked, looking at me.

"He said that you were stupid...and he pushed me. So I punched him in the face...he tired to punch me but I blocked it....I punched him again. And then I jumped on him and punched him.." I said, looking down. "I'm sorry, dad...and mum."

"It's ok son." My dad said. "He touched you first."

"Are you saying that it's alright that you're son beat up a other boy, Mr. Malik?" The principal asked.

"I never said that but if someone ever punches him or pushes him he does it back. I'm not letting my son get beat up." My dad said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs.Malik but Carlos has to go." The principal said.

"No please. Carlos needs to stay here." My mother begged. "This is a good school."

"I'm sorry but I can't have Carlos beat up other kids." The princial said.

My mother grabbed my hand. "Well then if that's how you want it to be then fine. My son can go somewhere else but here."

Me and my mum walked out, my dad following. We went in the car and drove home.

Home

My mother walked me in the living room. We all sat down as silnce was in the house. "I'm really sorry."

"Carlos." My mother said. "I'm not mad at you but I don't want it happening again, ok?"

"Yes mummy." I said, hugging her.

"You know me and you're father love you." My mother said, kissing my head.

I nodded as she looked in my eyes. "Good."

My mother went up stairs and into her room. It was me and my dad.

"Carlos, I'm not mad." My dad said. "It's was good that you defended yourself but you could of killed that little boy. You can't let anyone get you mad like that."

"But dad, he called you stupid." I said. "I didn't mean to hurt him that bad."

"I understand, buddy." My dad said.

I walked over to my dad and hugged him. He kissed my head and hugged me back. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, Carlos." My dad said.

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For girls and guys out there (I know guys aren't reading this but) I want to say that, don't let anyone hurt you. Never let them get in you're mind because you never know what's going to happen when you're angier takes over. I've been bullied before but I've never been in a fight about it. So if you are being bullied, just act like they aren't there and go on with you're life and be you. Yeah words hurt but don't it hurt you, I know you gotta be strong somewhere in you, if you don't believe yourself just remember I do, I believe in you.

I love you all and I hope you liked this chapter. Merry Christams!