Fix the past (Paul Zimmer)

I grabbed my bag from my locker, heading for the door. "Hey where are you going clutz?" asked Paul. "Home...." I replied, nervous. See, Paul bullied me every frikin day, and I cried and cried, but nobody listened. "To bad!" he said, pushing me down to the ground. He kicked me twice in the stomach. I flinched, it hurt like crap! I tried to get up, but failed by a punch in the face. "Clutz." he laughed walked away.