I sat there, my workbook open to the assigned page, when suddenly, I heard laughing. Nick, this seventh grader I know. He was making fun of a sixth grader, also named Nick. Let’s say Little Nick and Big Nick for less confusion.

Well Big Nick was making fun of Little Nick because he cried once when he was shoved to the ground. But he didn’t stop there. Soon he had a number of pretzels in his fist and lodged them at Little Nick across the room. It started one pretzel at a time, like a taunting, then he just threw the whole fistful. By then, poor Little Nick looked like he was going to cry ( Little Nick is known to have a temper). He quickly left the room to tell our prinicipal that he had to leave or else he was going to kill Big Nick, the ass he was being. I don’t blame him myself (for a few minutes prior to this event, Big Nick threw crumbs from a coffee cake at me because I wouldn’t give him my drink). Bastard.

This is one of many things Big Nick has done (not including slapping me and bullying others)