Bully Takes A Beating
There was a bully by the name of Gary who transferred to our grammar school when we were twelve. I saw him and immediately my sense of well being was threatened. I sensed trouble. I became vigilant about him knowing my own vulnerability for being bullied. I was a chicken plain and simple and dreaded bullies. Gary was the type of kid who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness or fear toward him. The bullying could take place in the classroom when the teacher was not looking, in the bathroom, the lunchroom, in the park, or the playground. No place in the neighborhood was safe for me. He would assault any boy he sensed would be a victim. It seems that bullies can tell who will be their prey. I met Gary in grade school when we were both twelve years old. He looked at me in the bathroom and said "what are you?” I said" what do you mean"? He looked straight in my face and I knew he had my number. Fear and dread ran through my stomach. He said "stays ...