The Chain Reaction

I was being tossed and turned by the bullies that I despise, feeling the indents of their hands on my clothes and the rash that was burning on my shaky flimsy legs wondering why they chose to do this. Each couple of months I noticed more people started bullying others. I can see their terrified skinny face and the red hand marks from the bully's bulky hand. One of the bullies stared at me with his curvy dirty blond eyebrows and a long red face yelping “ whatcha looking at kid ”. He was coming up to me in a drift. I was running so fast that my bruised-up flimsy legs couldn't handle it. I tripped falling in the sky tickling the ground everyone started looking at me with shame and embarrassment. I couldn't stand all of this. I was walking to the bully with my leg dangling and scraping off the floor. I came up to him with a sudden punch on the bully's rough cheek. I came back home with my mother telling me sadly with a cracked voice “ what happened to you”. I can feel the tears stroking down my face thinking I'm just in seventh grade. I came back to school with everybody looking at me with guilt on their face. I knew That everyone felt bad. The bully came up to me with contempt and right now I was dreaming that I would not see him today thinking that he would punch me back but no he came to apologize I accepted it but I ignored him ever since.