Bullying

When you think back to elementary school you remember all the innocence, barbie dolls and transformer toys; nobody remembers the bullying though, except for the poor sap that got bullied. Back in about first through fifth grade there was this girl, Angel, that wasn't the prettiest or the skinniest girl in our class and who always got picked on. She never acted bothered by it until one day she actually broke down into tears in the locker room. We had gym class right before lunch and she was always changing in the shower area instead by her locker. All us girls laughed at her for that. So, that day she came in to the locker room grabbed her clothes and went to the showere area to change. We watched and almost all laughed after she had gone. I finished and sat on the bench waiting for my friend to finish. My friend waltzed over with the worlds biggest smile on her face. when I asked her what she did she told me that she had walked up to Angel and said right to her face. "Why do change back here anyway, what is wrong with you. Freak!" And then she laughed right in her face.
I know that it isn't as bad as throwing a punch in the face or something but, you need to think before you speak. It does effect other people. THat day in the locker room I didn't do anything but, that doesn't mean that you or someone you know can't do anything. Poor Angel doesn't evengo to that school anymore because it got so bad. She cried all the time and had no friends. Do you want that to be you, because it could be if you bully so much that nobody likes you.

Baseball Bounce

It was a wonderful afternoon, everyone on my street was outside and I was at home watching my brother while my parents were out. I was sitting outside enjoying to watch my brother play with his new toy from Easter having a blast. The birds were all chirping and there was not a cloud in sight, perfect weather to be outside. My brother got tired after a while a went to go sit down near the net and demanded that I play with the new toy. The net wasn't really a toy at all though, it was like a batting cage. The net didn't quite fit the size of the cage so my mom stretched it out to cover the whole thing and of course then when you through the ball the netting was so tight that the ball would fly back at you like a boomer-rang.I walked over and through the baseball as hard as I could at the net just as my brother scooted in front of the net to watch me play. The ball hit the net a bounced back and hit my poor brother right in the head in between his eyes on the nose. I felt so bad. On top of that, my brother refuses to use ice packs so all i had to use were the nasty frozen peas that we always seemed to have. I grabbed the peas and sat my brother out front with the frozen pack of peas of his head where he got hit. Everyone saw him holding the peas to his head including my parents when they pulled in our driveway. I had alot of explaining to do.