He was an outcast to most, but I had just moved here from Missouri and I knew nothing about him. The only things I knew about him we're the things people said. People called him a loser, punched at him, spit on him, and gave him a generally hard time. But he seemed to take it all in and just keep walking. It seemed to go on like a busy schedule, every day the same thing over and over again. But the 7th day I was there he stopped walking, turned around, and swung. He hit Jeremy Mitchells square in the nose. Blood started gushing out of his nose and he dropped. Then two of jeremy's buddies came, Lenard and Trace. I couldnt stand to watch what was about to happen, so I stood up. Lenard tackled him, but I pulled him off and threw him to the side. he fell to the ground, but Trace was nearing. Then out of the crowd came Mr. Rickshall our science teacher. He was a skinny bald man who looked to be in his mid sixties, but that didnt stop him from ending the fight. I backed away and he grabbed trace and the others dragging them to the office.
