The Bully and an Asthma Attack
bởi the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming thêm obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes bạn think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up bởi his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up bởi a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that bạn can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When bạn see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at trang chủ until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
TO BE CONTINUED
bởi the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming thêm obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes bạn think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up bởi his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up bởi a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that bạn can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When bạn see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at trang chủ until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
TO BE CONTINUED
Fast motion scene
Ralphie: *Running with Flick, and Schwartz to school*
Scut, and Grover: *ChasingRalphie, and his friends*
Randy: *Chasing Scut, and Grover* Come on bạn guys, wait up.
At school.
Students: *Handing in themes to Miss. Shields*
Ralphie: *Places his theme on Ms. Shields desk*
Narrator: I knew I was handing Ms. Shields a masterpeice. Maybe Ms. Shields would be so thrilled with my assignment, that she would excuse me from theme nghề viết văn for the rest of my life.
Fantasy time!
Ms. Shields: *Wearing red coat, with black hat that has two long black feathers on it* Look at these...
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Song: link
Special thanks to AquaMarine6663 for letting me use her three OC's, Aqua Marine, Double Scoop, and Blue Fedora.
Our main character for this story is a súng colt, con trăn, colt named Ralphie. He will be narrating this story, taking place in Indiana, 1948.
Ponies: *Walking on sidewalk, looking at the snow*
Colts: *Running down đường phố, street passing a yellow house*
Narrator: Ah, there it is. My old house. And there I am, with that ugly hat, and that dumb smile. No matter, giáng sinh was on it's way. Good...
