My Story

WILLY'S PROBLEM


“Willy wake up, your getting late for school,” said his mom. I dragged myself from the bed and went to the bathroom. I felt really tired cause I slept late yesterday. I got ready and then step by step I went downstairs for breakfast. I ate then left and got on the school bus. The bus really smelled bad. The kids bothered me but I just sat next to my friend.


When we reached school, I got off the bus and went inside the school. Class started and I waited for the teacher to start the lesson and get it over with. Then a kid who bothers me threw a paper wrapped like a ball and it hit the back of my head. I picked it up so the teacher wouldn’t find out and started to open it slowly. The paper read that he wants my money so he’s going to beat me up for lunch.


I got so scared that I just gave him my money with out any problems. Then I walked over to my friend and started to gab but then my friend started saying that I shouldn't let the bullies keep bothering me like that and left to play. Recess ended and we went upstairs to class. I was thinking about what my friend said to me. In class I was thinking so much that it was time to go already.


When I got home, my mom asked me that “what I did in school?” and I said “nothing,” as if I was no one. I went upstairs to my room and fell asleep. I got up late and ate something from the kitchen because I was starving. I fell asleep after I finished eating and woke up right on time for school. I went to school and felt happy. School went fast and was great. I was about to go home but the bullies came and started to pick on me again.


At that time I felt mad and tried to hit them back but failed. The second time I hit, I had a perfect shot but they beat me up. Then I was crossing the road and saw a car coming and it hit right into me. I felt scared and everything turned pure black like space in our solar system. Next thing I knew that, I was at a hospital with one of my leg broken. I was relieved thinking that I was dead from getting hit by a car.


After few weeks later, I went home from hospital. My mom helped me while I was still recovering from my injuries of my broken leg.


After recovery I seem to see that kids didn't bothered me anymore and felt excited about myself. I lived happy and had good things happening to me and my life was normal.