• Usually, school really brings me down. I'm not what you would call a morning-person or afternoon-person. But today was different, I could smell it. After the first bell rang I was off to science class. My teacher, Ms. Chase was waiting for me at her door.
    As I walked into class she gave me a big smile and I took a seat in the back of the room. Other kids walked in, right then I noticed I was the first student in the room. My friend, Matt sat by me.
    "Dude, you'll never guess what happened," he started.
    "What? If it's bad news I don't want to hear it."
    Matt looked forward, paused for a while, and then turned back to yours truly. " Well, it is bad news, but also good news." Suddenly a wad of paper hit his head, I already knew what was going to happen next.
    "Hey, wimp could you hand me my paper back. For some reason it was attracted to your head."
    Let me give you the heads-up. In this school there are a lot of immature bullies. And I'm not talking about call-you-names bullies, I'm talking about throw-your-backpack-in-front-of-a-moving-car bullies. The one that threw the paper at Matt is a wanna-be-bully, bully.
    "Get a life, Johnson." Matt told him as he threw the paper in the trash. Hopefully by now you would have a you would have a bad impression on Matt. Maybe you think he's a nerd or something, but to tell the truth he's really popular to the seventh graders at this school.
    "Seriously, you need to learn better than that: throwing a piece of paper, pathetic." I really told him!
    "Shut up, loser." Nice comeback, huh?
    Oh, yeah, I forgot. My name, Timothy "Oddesy" England. Want to know where I got the nickname? Too bad, I don't even know where It came from but I can say it's pronounced (Odd-iss-E) like the Iliad.
    I turned around and listened to the lesson. Johnson stayed quiet for the rest of the class (finally). The lesson wasn't as boring as I thought it would be; it was about volcanoes and parts of the Earth's crust. The fun thing was the movie, lots of explosions.
    "Oddesy, what's up?" I heard a familiar voice down the hall. "I haven’t seen you all day." Lelo said to me. Okay, his name is not really Lelo but his name is really long so everyone shortened it to the first four letters.
    "Lelo, nothin' much has happened so far, just a normal day." We did our group's handshake, which I can't tell you about (top secret).
    "Matt told me that you really need to hear the news, very important, man." He said.
    "Sorry, man, he said it was bad news and I don't want any bad-vibes today." I said.
    "Wow." We both said. Lelo is pretty predictable at times and I like to mock him.
    "See ya later, man." Lelo raised his hand at chest-length. We did the handshake and he walked off threw the crowded halls.
    I walked off to my next class: gym. Gym isn't the best place to be in this school (Chassy Middle School). Our gym teacher, Mr. Bruckhart is very, very old and goes to sleep most of the class. And at Chassy teachers sleeping equals mass chaos. After all the kids in my gym class got there gym clothes on, we headed for the basketball court. Matt, Lelo, and I look at Mr. Bruckhart sitting in his chair at the front of gym.
    "As usual, the dude is counting sheep," I sighed.
    "I wonder which sheep he is on: number 15, 136, 2,000 who knows!" Lelo walked over to sleeping beauty and tapped his shoulder, hard.
    "Huh, what? I had nothing to do with it!" Mr. Bruckhart sure has weird dreams. "Oh, yeah....Everyone ten laps around the gym," he said before he doused off to sleep again.
    Even though Bruckhart is dreaming 23/24 hours a day, we still do what he says. Well most of us do, the others don't know the meaning of respect and even though I can be a loud mouth I will keep my mouth shut if a teacher says so. So we ran eight laps around the gym, pretty easy. Bradley Kimmins (give-you-a-swirley-in-the-girls-bathroom bully) did no laps, all he did was trip the smaller kids.
    "Ha ha ha, you kids fall so easy," Bradley chuckled. Bradley was big, very big. He was like five inches shorter than Shaquille O'Neal and he almost had a full mustache. He's been held back for a couple of years, but if I told you how many I might not be here today.
    Since Bruckhart didn't wake up all of us just hung out in our own special corners. You could see all the different people from where I was: the middle of the gym. There were cliques of gossiping girls, bullies, dudes who are big Star Wars fans, and those people who have nothing better to do than look at there shoes. My gym class was pretty sorry, at least I had some people to talk to.
    After a while i predicted that it was about time for Bradley (or anyone bigger than me) to come over and humiliate me so I was good and ready. But the one thing I haven’t learned from my two years at Chassy is that bullies don't attack when you expect it. They get you when you turn around or go to the bathroom days after you think they will strike. But then again, bullies aren't smart (neither am I).
    "Expecting an attack?" It's like Matt was reading my mind, sometimes I worry about him.
    "Do birds fly?" I can be so rhetorical at times. The three of us stood in the middle of the court and had all eyes on Bradley.
    Bradley's eyes stalked us like a tiger watches his prey before he pounces. His chubby face hid his eyes which were surprisingly reddish-green. I looked at my two friends then I remembered, Lelo is as big as Bradley, a little shorter but just as strong, he should really think about joining the bullies he would make a good one but right now he protects the weak.
    "That dude has some crazy issues, he's planning his attack and it's my turn to get humiliated." Lelo watched as Bradley came over to our territory.
    "You guys expecting a fight?" Bradley continued, “If I had the energy I would make all you wimps cry."
    "What have you been doing to tire you out: walking?" Whoops I shouldn't have said that. He raised his hand and I flinched.
    "You're not even worth my time, don't worry I wont lay a hand on you," He smirked. Bradley snapped his fingers and then one of his cronies tackled me from the back.
    Students crowded us, Bradley and his goons fought me and my friends. To tell the truth it didn't last long. Under the pile of people I could still hear Mr. Bruckhart snoring under the basketball hoop. Soon teachers started flooding in and broke up the fight, I was just glad to get one-thousand pounds of lard of my body.
    I spent the rest of third hour explaining the fight, well it wasn't only me. Our principal brought everyone in the gym during the fight for questioning. She even brought Mr. Bruckhart, like he would be helpful. I can't believe he gets paid.
    What an idiot.
    The bystanders of the fight had already left. Matt, Lelo, Bradley, some of Bradley's goons and myself sat in blue chairs lined up in front of the principal. There was seven of us. I didn't recognize any of Bradley's friends.
    Must be new recruits.
    "So why were you boys fighting?" Principal Riley asked us. "Do you want to be delinquents? Is that why you were fighting: training for your future occupations?" Principal Riley is the most naive person I have ever met. She can really get on your nerves even if she isn't talking.
    "To tell the truth ma'am, I had nothing to do with it," Bradley continued. "I didn't touch any of these boys." Then I remembered what he said, he really can keep a promise.
    "But you planned it all!" I yelled at Bradley, I was furious. “You and your little slaves planned this from the beginning of the day," The principal raised her hand to quiet me down.
    "As I said, I had nothing to do with it. Don't you believe me Principal Riley?" Bradley seemed so innocent. “It was these three guys over here that started the fight against these non-deserving weaklings," He pointed to his own friends.
    I can't believe he would rat them out, cruel.
    Bradley's goons showed no response but then a few seconds later they nodded, I guess they were paid.
    "It's true, we did it, Bradley didn't put a finger on them," the one with the blonde, buzzed hair said.
    I was so mad, I could see it in my friends faces they were angry that Bradley could get away with any crime.
    "I believe you, Bradley, you can go," my jaw dropped after I heard those words come out of the Principal's mouth. “And tell your dad I said 'hi'."
    Matt mumbled to Bradley, “You’re lucky she's your aunt." Bradley smiled as he walked out of the principals office. Lelo was speechless, I guess he never had to come to the principals office until today.
    That's what you get for being friends with Tim England, I thought.
    After I got out of the principal's office, I had nothing but a bad day. A girl named Kasey fell while walking in the hall and guess who was there to congratulate her: Bradley. He took one of her books and threw it across the hall way. It didn't go to far knowing that it hit James Howard in the head.
    "Really mature, Bradley," Kasey got up, “Pick on someone your own size!"
    Mr. Ralley walked by Bradley. Bradley let out his leg and tripped Mr. Ralley right onto the floor. “Anything else you want me to do," Bradley folded his arms as Mr. Ralley scurried through the halls.
    Kasey grabbed her left-over books and ran for English. I decided to start heading for class too, the bell was about to ring. I was headed for English and a couple of friends met me at my seat. Trace, Qwazzy, C-Joe, and Lelo sat around me.
    "Was sup, Oddesy? We heard you, Lelo, and Matt got into a scramble with Bradley's paid flunkies," Qwazzy looked anxious. And C-Joe and Trace always were in for a good story so I amused them.
    "Bradley is really annoying, and there's no stopping him. Just because everyone isn't as big, brave and powerful as him doesn't mean he can ruin every day for us." C-Joe is kind of short, which makes him an easy target for bullies to attack. I told my friends about what happened to Kasey during passing-period. Trace called Kasey over to where we were at. She put her long brown hair behind her ears and came to sit by out group.
    "So did Bradley really throw you book across the hall?" Trace asked. Kasey got up out of her seat, ready to leave. "Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it." She replied. Qwazzy raised his eyebrows.
    "Got an idea?" Lelo asked the curious Qwazzy.
    "Yeah, a good one," Qwazzy answered.
    Then I noticed that our teacher was reading his news paper that whole time we were talking. Mr. Ralley hates his job and does as little as he can. No one bothered him though, who wants work? My friends and I continued the conversation.
    "I got it from Matt, he said he tried to tell you, Oddesy, but you didn't want to hear it. We are going to stop Bradley and his goons, for good." Qwazzy had a sinister smile on, the smile evil villains have when they catch a super hero in a trap.
    "Whoa, dude. You okay? Cause I'm pretty sure that man-slaughter is illegal," I looked confused at Qwazzy.
    "Yeah, I'm okay. What I was trying to say is that we are going to play pranks on those bullies. We will make them so scared and humiliated that they will quit there bullying days for good." Qwazzy sounded confident but I was a little confused.
    "Pranks? That's really going to stop those seven-feet-tall wildebeests from hurting kids forever," C-Joe stole what I was going to say.
    "You'll see, it will all be clear tomorrow." Qwazzy turned to the teacher. Me and Lelo looked at each other, exchanged glances and turned to the front of the class. Trace went to sharpen his pencil and C-Joe went to sleep. Totally normal day. rofl