At his desk, Robert blew through his papers and packets, his fingers flying as he wrote. He was hoping to finish his worksheets for math before the school day was over. Suddenly, something hit his back, and a scrunched-up ball of paper dropped to the floor. He bent down to the floor, and tried to palm it without getting his teacher’s attention, and unfortunately, Mrs. Gordans looked boiling mad. Okay, boiling mad is the understatement of the day. Make that the understatement of this YEAR, Piggy thought. He quickly sat up straight, as his ballistic teacher actually shook the floor, bellowing at his direction, “JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOUNG MAN?!”
“STAFFORD JACOBS! THROWING YOUR GUM AT THE WINDOW! WHY, I NEVER!” Mrs. Gordans looked ready to get her textbook and throw it at Stafford. Wow, Stafford, really? What the heck did you get the Gordans-Zilla mad for? Robert silently asked Stafford as he was dragged away, by the ear, to the principal’s office. Still relieved that it had not been him she was yelling at, Robert bent down for the paper ball. Instantly, he dropped it, seething. After all the trouble he’d gone through to get that ball, all it had was an insult!
Dear Piggy,
We really thought that you needed a friend. So, want to go to the farm? Plenty of pigs you could roll around with there, because nobody likes you here, and you shouldn’t be here. No barnyard animals allowed in school, remember?
Lots of love from Old Mcdonald,
I hate being fat, Robert thought bitterly. The ceiling lights bounced off Robert’s round glasses, masking his blue eyes, as his eyes swerved around the room, determined to see who wrote this note. Robert didn’t have to wait very long, because his eyes now rested on someone laughing. No, make that TWO someones, chuckling at their little joke.
“Ha! Do you think that he likes bacon, dude?” The snobby voice belonged to Ben Dobbs, a boy who had laughed at Robert since the first day of kindergarten, and given Robert his nickname; Piggy.
“Ben, think. He is half pig. Bacon. Piggy. If he eats bacon, then the guy is committing cannibalism.” This voice came from Ronnie O’ Shay, who had permanently glued a “Kick Me” sign onto Robert’s favorite corduroy shirt, and encouraged the entire martial arts club to do what it said on the sign. I hate those guys, Robert silently growled.
Ben looked up.
“Oh, hey, Piggy! so, do you want to come to the farm with us? Ronnie’s dad’s serving bacon,” he mocked, which caused Ronnie and some girls to laugh, as if Ben had said something hilarious, instead of offending.
“SHUT UP, BEN! JUST SHUT UP!” Robert yelled, which made a few kids stare.
“I’m so sorry, Piggy, but we don’t really feel like taking orders from pigs, you get what I’m saying?” Ben flashed him a smile, which caused some of the girls to swoon.
“Personally, I DO get it. That smile was the most repulsive thing that I have seen since I met you in kindergarten. And FYI, I DO like bacon, to answer your question,” Robert bit his lip while he talked. Ha! Awesome comeback, you bullies, Robert thought.
“Oh, don’t you know? No hats in school!” Ben suddenly swooped down and snatched Robert’s hat away, revealing a very short layer of blond fuzz, which was as bristly as a hedgehog’s back compared to Ben’s smooth brown hair. All the girls were in hysterics, and Ronnie walked up to Ben.
“Yo, Ben, I think you just discovered a scientific miracle! Piggy has less hair than a chicken’s egg!” Ronnie joked. Robert suddenly attempted to leap at the two boys, and surprise, got stuck between Ben and Ronnie’s desks. He looked like he was floating in midair, only he was supported by the desks.
“Hey guys, look! The desks aren't collapsing!” Ronnie shouted, and everyone crowded around the two desks, and they ALL cracked up. Okay, it looked like Robert was REALLY mad, because steam was pouring out of his ears.
“See you tomorrow, Piggy!” Ronnie said, and threw an eraser at him.
“I HATE YOU!” Robert yelled.
Robert spent the rest of the math period continuing to solve the math worksheets. A few minutes after the period, he finally finished. Just then, Stafford came back into the room. He took his seat next to Robert, but Stafford looked really sick. Robert moved over to Stafford, and began to help him with the math problems.
“Aww, how sweet. Hey, Stafford, better not listen to Piggy, he might invite you to his pen at the farm!” Ben called. He and Ronnie strolled over, and shoved Robert. Hard. He fell right into Stafford, who was probably not feeling that well, because as soon as Robert landed on him, Stafford puked up his guts. Ham and cheese sandwich with Doritos, Piggy thought as the putrid, thick liquid hit him.
“Ugh!” Piggy groaned. Stafford immediately apologized, and tried to help Robert clean off the puke.
“Well, bacon boy just became pukey-bacon boy!” Ben chortled. The girls giggled.
“I HATE YOU TWO! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Robert screamed.
“Nevermind… pukey piglet. He’s acting too much like a baby to be a pig,” Ronnie smirked.
“AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!” Robert yelled.
After school, Robert was in his room, talking to Stafford’s sister on the phone. She had just told him that Stafford was sick, so he couldn’t go to school until Friday, and today was Wednesday. He had thought of a plan to get those bullies back. If they bullied him, he would tell Principal John about it! He knew that Principal John would tell Ben and Ronnie to stop, and he slept soundlessly that night, imagining the next day, with those two getting detention.
The next day, he was called to Principal John’s office. This is my chance to tell him, Robert thought, and bounded up to the office. As he went by, he saw that Ben and Ronnie weren’t in their seats, and a few other kids were missing as well. Then, he noticed that all the girls were glaring at him, like he’d beat a little kid up. Why are they glaring at me? Did Ben put them up to this? He thought. Something felt wrong; everyone seemed angry at him, not Ben and Ronnie. He soon learned why.
“Robert, a few students told me that you hit Ben Dobbs, and when Ronald O’ Shay tried to stop you, you pushed him off the yard and onto the blacktop!” Principal John, who usually seemed very mellow, now looked very angry.
“Wha- I didn’t do it! They’ve been bullying me since the start of kindergarten!” Robert shouted, shocked and angry.
“Then, who did this to them?!?” Principal John asked. Ben and Ronnie were standing behind the principal, Ben with a black eye, and Ronnie, with a scrape on his face.
“They probably beat each other up!” Robert was desperate now.
“We saw you do it, you jerk,’’ from the security’s office came a few of Ben and Ronnie’s friends; there were about five of them.
“Robert, there were witnesses who saw you do it. Bullying isn’t allowed. You hurt two boys, so you will get a detention for three hours, copying out the words, I will not be a bully, and we will call your parents.” Principal John said.
“But… but… but…” Robert had to stop himself from bursting into tears, and sobbing into his hands.
“No buts! Please go to Mr. P’s room this afternoon, Robert, and THAT IS FINAL!” he yelled.
I COME IN TO RAT THEM OUT, AND IT ENDS WITH ME GETTING DETENTION WITH THE MEANEST TEACHER IN HISTORY?!? THIS IS MESSED UP, Robert thought.
When Robert got home, his parents were waiting in the yard. His mother had brown hair, like his sister, but Robert’s dad, who was even larger than Robert, also had a blonde military buzz cut, and thick glasses. As a young child, Robert had wondered if his dad was part hippo. Right now, his dad looked mad enough to be a hippo meeting a crocodile. His mom had an apron and a wooden spoon in her hand, and she looked like she was going to whack him with her spoon.
“Son, we’re very disappointed in you, “ his mom said.
“We expected better from you, Robert,” his dad said.
"Oh Mom, Dad, I can explain.” Robert said.
“Don’t lie to us, Robert. We are going to the O'Shay’s, RIGHT NOW!” his mom shouted the last part because Robert had started to open his mouth to protest.
“Fine, Mom. I wish you would just listen to me sometimes,” Robert moaned, and trudged after his mom, over to Ronnie’s house to apologize. Ronnie’s mother didn’t seem angry at Robert. On the contrary, she told Robert that Ronnie had been doing something with his friends at the school, and had come home with the scrape. This, at least, made Robert feel better. I bet they did it themselves and told their friends to tell Principal John that I did it. Probably their idea of a funny joke, getting me into trouble like that! Robert rolled his eyes, wondering why everyone liked Ben and Ronnie; they were rude, snobby, bossy, arrogant, cheaters, liars, not to mention a huge pain in the neck.
By the next day, the word had spread. Robert had beaten up Ben and gave Ronnie a bad scrape. BUT IT IS NOT TRUE, Robert defended himself as a few girls brushed past him, one of them hitting him with her string bag, HARD. A few of them snickered as he strode up to his locker and checked the spot; the string bag must have had a hole for a folder corner, because there was a scratch on his arm. How I hate her, Robert felt like yelling it out as his science teacher droned on about the effects of osmosis, putting the entire class into a daze. Well, not exactly; everyone was glaring at Robert whenever they could.
By lunch, Robert was sick of it. Everyone was treating him like he was a disease that they could catch any minute. He was alone at a small table near the exit, eating the disgusting school meatloaf that they served on Thursdays. Worst of all, Ben was flicking pieces of the “chef’s special”- what the kids thought was the leftover food on the table all put into a crock-pot or a big pot, and stewed into a brown mush. When Ben flicked a glob of the chef’s special at him, and it landed on his lenses. That was the final straw for Robert.
“Okay, Ben, if you want a food fight, you’ll get one!” Robert hollered. He threw some meatloaf at Ben, which missed and hit…(surprise) the lunch lady, straight on her apron. The lunch lady’s head swerved. It rested on Ronnie, who was frozen in place, behind Robert, with a spoonful of the school’s stewed pickles. “RONALD O’ SHAY! PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE! NOW!” she screeched. “ALL OF YOU BRATS ALWAYS DO THIS! I SWEAR, I QUIT THIS HORRIBLE JOB! YOU CAN ALL STARVE UNTIL A REPLACEMENT COMES!” And with that, the lunch lady stormed towards the door.
Robert knew this was his chance; the lunch lady’s food was perfect for revenge! He quickly rushed up towards the lunch lady, and asked in his most polite voice he had ever used.
“Ma’am, may I please take some of the chef’s special and stewed pickles before you go? I personally think that your foods are much more organic than the greasy foods my mother packs me,” he said.
“Of course you may! I’ll give you the recipe for the stewed pickles for your mother to make you sometimes as well!” And with that, the lunch lady was out of the doorway, Robert standing there with two containers that had the world’s most disgusting food on earth, and the recipe for one of them. Perfect, I’ll put this in their gym clothes and locker, and they’ll be begging for mercy! They deserve it, they’ve bullied me for the past few years! Now it’s my turn for some revenge, he thought.
One week later, Robert was ready. He had strained the stewed pickles and chef’s special, and let the liquid ferment for a week. He had also mixed the dry bits together to make a damp, green substance that was perfect for a mold substitute. Getting straight A's in science payed off, he thought. Now, he was ready to get some payback. When it was time for lunch, Robert snuck into the locker room. Creeping up to Ben’s locker, Robert picked the lock with his sister’s hairpin, and got out Ben’s gym socks.
“Ben, prepare for the embarrassment you’re going to face,” Robert whispered as he rubbed Ben’s clean white socks in the stinking liquid he had prepared. Then, he carefully pasted half of the “mold” onto cracks on the wall, making it clearly visible. He did the same to Ronnie’s locker, except in Ronnie’s locker, he let the “mold” get onto Ronnie’s gym shorts. Perfect, now for the final touch, Piggy thought. He then drizzled their deodorant in the liquid, and scooped out all but a thin layer of deodorant, and replaced it with the paste.
At the start of gym, the two screams were all that Robert needed to hear to see that his plan had worked. “OH GOD, THERE’S MOLD EVERYWHERE ON MY LOCKER! NOO, IT’S ON MY GYM SHIRT!” Ronnie howled in disbelief.
“MY SOCKS SMELLS LIKE HOW THE OLD LUNCH LADY’S STEWED PICKLES SMELLED LIKE! WHAT THE HECK IS THIS NOTE!?” Ben shouted The note was the only clean thing in Ben’s locker, and folded neatly into sixths. Ben opened it, and shaking in horror, motioned for Ronnie to get closer. The note read:
Dear Ben and Ronnie,
You have been pranked. If you think this is bad, think about what you did to other kids. We have been watching you ever since you glued a KICK ME sign onto Robert McDonald’s back and told the martial arts club to do so. You have caused a lot of trouble since kindergarten, and if you cause any more, do not be surprised if something worse than this happens again. You have been warned.
From,
The victims of bullying
P.S: If you do not apologize to everyone, we will do this again.
The next day, Robert went to his first period, feeling great. While he was hunched over his packet, another paper ball landed on his desk. Carefully, he opened the letter, feeling scared that he had been discovered, and Ben had decided to tell Mr. John.
Dear Robbie (wait, that IS your name, right?)
We’re really sorry that we bullied you a lot and everything. Now, we know how it feels to be bullied by someone, so we want to apologize to you. Do you want to come to Ben and Jerry’s with us tomorrow afternoon? Ronnie’s paying for the ice cream.
From,
Ben
Robert smiled. Finally, he wouldn’t be bullied. He nodded at Ben, who then smiled and gave him the thumbs-up.
“STAFFORD JACOBS! THROWING YOUR GUM AT THE WINDOW! WHY, I NEVER!” Mrs. Gordans looked ready to get her textbook and throw it at Stafford. Wow, Stafford, really? What the heck did you get the Gordans-Zilla mad for? Robert silently asked Stafford as he was dragged away, by the ear, to the principal’s office. Still relieved that it had not been him she was yelling at, Robert bent down for the paper ball. Instantly, he dropped it, seething. After all the trouble he’d gone through to get that ball, all it had was an insult!
Dear Piggy,
We really thought that you needed a friend. So, want to go to the farm? Plenty of pigs you could roll around with there, because nobody likes you here, and you shouldn’t be here. No barnyard animals allowed in school, remember?
Lots of love from Old Mcdonald,
I hate being fat, Robert thought bitterly. The ceiling lights bounced off Robert’s round glasses, masking his blue eyes, as his eyes swerved around the room, determined to see who wrote this note. Robert didn’t have to wait very long, because his eyes now rested on someone laughing. No, make that TWO someones, chuckling at their little joke.
“Ha! Do you think that he likes bacon, dude?” The snobby voice belonged to Ben Dobbs, a boy who had laughed at Robert since the first day of kindergarten, and given Robert his nickname; Piggy.
“Ben, think. He is half pig. Bacon. Piggy. If he eats bacon, then the guy is committing cannibalism.” This voice came from Ronnie O’ Shay, who had permanently glued a “Kick Me” sign onto Robert’s favorite corduroy shirt, and encouraged the entire martial arts club to do what it said on the sign. I hate those guys, Robert silently growled.
Ben looked up.
“Oh, hey, Piggy! so, do you want to come to the farm with us? Ronnie’s dad’s serving bacon,” he mocked, which caused Ronnie and some girls to laugh, as if Ben had said something hilarious, instead of offending.
“SHUT UP, BEN! JUST SHUT UP!” Robert yelled, which made a few kids stare.
“I’m so sorry, Piggy, but we don’t really feel like taking orders from pigs, you get what I’m saying?” Ben flashed him a smile, which caused some of the girls to swoon.
“Personally, I DO get it. That smile was the most repulsive thing that I have seen since I met you in kindergarten. And FYI, I DO like bacon, to answer your question,” Robert bit his lip while he talked. Ha! Awesome comeback, you bullies, Robert thought.
“Oh, don’t you know? No hats in school!” Ben suddenly swooped down and snatched Robert’s hat away, revealing a very short layer of blond fuzz, which was as bristly as a hedgehog’s back compared to Ben’s smooth brown hair. All the girls were in hysterics, and Ronnie walked up to Ben.
“Yo, Ben, I think you just discovered a scientific miracle! Piggy has less hair than a chicken’s egg!” Ronnie joked. Robert suddenly attempted to leap at the two boys, and surprise, got stuck between Ben and Ronnie’s desks. He looked like he was floating in midair, only he was supported by the desks.
“Hey guys, look! The desks aren't collapsing!” Ronnie shouted, and everyone crowded around the two desks, and they ALL cracked up. Okay, it looked like Robert was REALLY mad, because steam was pouring out of his ears.
“See you tomorrow, Piggy!” Ronnie said, and threw an eraser at him.
“I HATE YOU!” Robert yelled.
Robert spent the rest of the math period continuing to solve the math worksheets. A few minutes after the period, he finally finished. Just then, Stafford came back into the room. He took his seat next to Robert, but Stafford looked really sick. Robert moved over to Stafford, and began to help him with the math problems.
“Aww, how sweet. Hey, Stafford, better not listen to Piggy, he might invite you to his pen at the farm!” Ben called. He and Ronnie strolled over, and shoved Robert. Hard. He fell right into Stafford, who was probably not feeling that well, because as soon as Robert landed on him, Stafford puked up his guts. Ham and cheese sandwich with Doritos, Piggy thought as the putrid, thick liquid hit him.
“Ugh!” Piggy groaned. Stafford immediately apologized, and tried to help Robert clean off the puke.
“Well, bacon boy just became pukey-bacon boy!” Ben chortled. The girls giggled.
“I HATE YOU TWO! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Robert screamed.
“Nevermind… pukey piglet. He’s acting too much like a baby to be a pig,” Ronnie smirked.
“AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!” Robert yelled.
After school, Robert was in his room, talking to Stafford’s sister on the phone. She had just told him that Stafford was sick, so he couldn’t go to school until Friday, and today was Wednesday. He had thought of a plan to get those bullies back. If they bullied him, he would tell Principal John about it! He knew that Principal John would tell Ben and Ronnie to stop, and he slept soundlessly that night, imagining the next day, with those two getting detention.
The next day, he was called to Principal John’s office. This is my chance to tell him, Robert thought, and bounded up to the office. As he went by, he saw that Ben and Ronnie weren’t in their seats, and a few other kids were missing as well. Then, he noticed that all the girls were glaring at him, like he’d beat a little kid up. Why are they glaring at me? Did Ben put them up to this? He thought. Something felt wrong; everyone seemed angry at him, not Ben and Ronnie. He soon learned why.
“Robert, a few students told me that you hit Ben Dobbs, and when Ronald O’ Shay tried to stop you, you pushed him off the yard and onto the blacktop!” Principal John, who usually seemed very mellow, now looked very angry.
“Wha- I didn’t do it! They’ve been bullying me since the start of kindergarten!” Robert shouted, shocked and angry.
“Then, who did this to them?!?” Principal John asked. Ben and Ronnie were standing behind the principal, Ben with a black eye, and Ronnie, with a scrape on his face.
“They probably beat each other up!” Robert was desperate now.
“We saw you do it, you jerk,’’ from the security’s office came a few of Ben and Ronnie’s friends; there were about five of them.
“Robert, there were witnesses who saw you do it. Bullying isn’t allowed. You hurt two boys, so you will get a detention for three hours, copying out the words, I will not be a bully, and we will call your parents.” Principal John said.
“But… but… but…” Robert had to stop himself from bursting into tears, and sobbing into his hands.
“No buts! Please go to Mr. P’s room this afternoon, Robert, and THAT IS FINAL!” he yelled.
I COME IN TO RAT THEM OUT, AND IT ENDS WITH ME GETTING DETENTION WITH THE MEANEST TEACHER IN HISTORY?!? THIS IS MESSED UP, Robert thought.
When Robert got home, his parents were waiting in the yard. His mother had brown hair, like his sister, but Robert’s dad, who was even larger than Robert, also had a blonde military buzz cut, and thick glasses. As a young child, Robert had wondered if his dad was part hippo. Right now, his dad looked mad enough to be a hippo meeting a crocodile. His mom had an apron and a wooden spoon in her hand, and she looked like she was going to whack him with her spoon.
“Son, we’re very disappointed in you, “ his mom said.
“We expected better from you, Robert,” his dad said.
"Oh Mom, Dad, I can explain.” Robert said.
“Don’t lie to us, Robert. We are going to the O'Shay’s, RIGHT NOW!” his mom shouted the last part because Robert had started to open his mouth to protest.
“Fine, Mom. I wish you would just listen to me sometimes,” Robert moaned, and trudged after his mom, over to Ronnie’s house to apologize. Ronnie’s mother didn’t seem angry at Robert. On the contrary, she told Robert that Ronnie had been doing something with his friends at the school, and had come home with the scrape. This, at least, made Robert feel better. I bet they did it themselves and told their friends to tell Principal John that I did it. Probably their idea of a funny joke, getting me into trouble like that! Robert rolled his eyes, wondering why everyone liked Ben and Ronnie; they were rude, snobby, bossy, arrogant, cheaters, liars, not to mention a huge pain in the neck.
By the next day, the word had spread. Robert had beaten up Ben and gave Ronnie a bad scrape. BUT IT IS NOT TRUE, Robert defended himself as a few girls brushed past him, one of them hitting him with her string bag, HARD. A few of them snickered as he strode up to his locker and checked the spot; the string bag must have had a hole for a folder corner, because there was a scratch on his arm. How I hate her, Robert felt like yelling it out as his science teacher droned on about the effects of osmosis, putting the entire class into a daze. Well, not exactly; everyone was glaring at Robert whenever they could.
By lunch, Robert was sick of it. Everyone was treating him like he was a disease that they could catch any minute. He was alone at a small table near the exit, eating the disgusting school meatloaf that they served on Thursdays. Worst of all, Ben was flicking pieces of the “chef’s special”- what the kids thought was the leftover food on the table all put into a crock-pot or a big pot, and stewed into a brown mush. When Ben flicked a glob of the chef’s special at him, and it landed on his lenses. That was the final straw for Robert.
“Okay, Ben, if you want a food fight, you’ll get one!” Robert hollered. He threw some meatloaf at Ben, which missed and hit…(surprise) the lunch lady, straight on her apron. The lunch lady’s head swerved. It rested on Ronnie, who was frozen in place, behind Robert, with a spoonful of the school’s stewed pickles. “RONALD O’ SHAY! PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE! NOW!” she screeched. “ALL OF YOU BRATS ALWAYS DO THIS! I SWEAR, I QUIT THIS HORRIBLE JOB! YOU CAN ALL STARVE UNTIL A REPLACEMENT COMES!” And with that, the lunch lady stormed towards the door.
Robert knew this was his chance; the lunch lady’s food was perfect for revenge! He quickly rushed up towards the lunch lady, and asked in his most polite voice he had ever used.
“Ma’am, may I please take some of the chef’s special and stewed pickles before you go? I personally think that your foods are much more organic than the greasy foods my mother packs me,” he said.
“Of course you may! I’ll give you the recipe for the stewed pickles for your mother to make you sometimes as well!” And with that, the lunch lady was out of the doorway, Robert standing there with two containers that had the world’s most disgusting food on earth, and the recipe for one of them. Perfect, I’ll put this in their gym clothes and locker, and they’ll be begging for mercy! They deserve it, they’ve bullied me for the past few years! Now it’s my turn for some revenge, he thought.
One week later, Robert was ready. He had strained the stewed pickles and chef’s special, and let the liquid ferment for a week. He had also mixed the dry bits together to make a damp, green substance that was perfect for a mold substitute. Getting straight A's in science payed off, he thought. Now, he was ready to get some payback. When it was time for lunch, Robert snuck into the locker room. Creeping up to Ben’s locker, Robert picked the lock with his sister’s hairpin, and got out Ben’s gym socks.
“Ben, prepare for the embarrassment you’re going to face,” Robert whispered as he rubbed Ben’s clean white socks in the stinking liquid he had prepared. Then, he carefully pasted half of the “mold” onto cracks on the wall, making it clearly visible. He did the same to Ronnie’s locker, except in Ronnie’s locker, he let the “mold” get onto Ronnie’s gym shorts. Perfect, now for the final touch, Piggy thought. He then drizzled their deodorant in the liquid, and scooped out all but a thin layer of deodorant, and replaced it with the paste.
At the start of gym, the two screams were all that Robert needed to hear to see that his plan had worked. “OH GOD, THERE’S MOLD EVERYWHERE ON MY LOCKER! NOO, IT’S ON MY GYM SHIRT!” Ronnie howled in disbelief.
“MY SOCKS SMELLS LIKE HOW THE OLD LUNCH LADY’S STEWED PICKLES SMELLED LIKE! WHAT THE HECK IS THIS NOTE!?” Ben shouted The note was the only clean thing in Ben’s locker, and folded neatly into sixths. Ben opened it, and shaking in horror, motioned for Ronnie to get closer. The note read:
Dear Ben and Ronnie,
You have been pranked. If you think this is bad, think about what you did to other kids. We have been watching you ever since you glued a KICK ME sign onto Robert McDonald’s back and told the martial arts club to do so. You have caused a lot of trouble since kindergarten, and if you cause any more, do not be surprised if something worse than this happens again. You have been warned.
From,
The victims of bullying
P.S: If you do not apologize to everyone, we will do this again.
The next day, Robert went to his first period, feeling great. While he was hunched over his packet, another paper ball landed on his desk. Carefully, he opened the letter, feeling scared that he had been discovered, and Ben had decided to tell Mr. John.
Dear Robbie (wait, that IS your name, right?)
We’re really sorry that we bullied you a lot and everything. Now, we know how it feels to be bullied by someone, so we want to apologize to you. Do you want to come to Ben and Jerry’s with us tomorrow afternoon? Ronnie’s paying for the ice cream.
From,
Ben
Robert smiled. Finally, he wouldn’t be bullied. He nodded at Ben, who then smiled and gave him the thumbs-up.