David Johansson lived in Frayle city until he was about 9 years old. Then he moved into this raggedy old house on Wage street three doors down from me in Jensen, one of the poorer towns of the Frayle area. That’s when he started going to my school and making my life miserable.

My name is Greg Sickten and I’m about to tell you the story of a bully.

We were nearing the end of summer vacation when he moved to Jensen. David Johansson and his parents had just move into the old Jefferson place. I thought to my self now there was a small house, which wasn’t saying much, because almost all of the houses in Jensen were under 2000sq feet of space. The old Jefferson house on the other hand was smaller than 1000sq feet.

David’s family doesn’t have a lot of money. In fact they didn’t have any until Mr. Johansson got a paying job 2 years ago. The only reason they move here is because Mr. Johansson got promoted to a new location, which happens to be in Jensen.

Now David is in the 5 th grade, like me, and goes to Toewell elementary and is in my class. He is big and strong and mean to almost every one. He picks on me the most and I don’t know why. Is there something about me that he doesn’t like, am I really that different from everyone else.

“Hey Sickten,” called David. “Come over here.” I hesitated only for a minute, eventually I ran over to him.

“What?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “What?” I asked again even louder than before. Nothing, he didn’t even look my way.

This time I thought I’d tap him on the shoulder. TAP. TAP. Before I could tap him a third time he turned around and…POW. I fell to the ground due to a punch in the gut.

I was in incredible pain. I groaned loud enough for the whole town to hear.

A female teacher came running. By the time she got over to me David and the kids he had been talking to were gone.

When David runs he flies, so when he saw that teacher coming, he took off. I remember when he did I could only see his back and for only a couple of seconds.

“Who did this to you? Are you okay?” asked the teacher.

I couldn’t answer. I had had the wind knocked out of me, and the way I was feeling, I wasn’t sure if it would ever come back.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office and call your parents.”

RING... RING... RING... Mr. Sickten answered the phone. Hello he said.

“Hello, this is the Toewell Elementary school nurse. Your son was just brought to my office by a faculty member. He has the wind knocked out of him. We think this is from a fight with another student.

“What!” Mr. Sickten was terrified that Greg might be badly injured so he drove to Toewell Elementary to bring me home.

When I got home I went strait to the sofa to lie down and watch some television.

After about three hours of lying on the couch watching TV I was feeling kind of hungry. After eating a turkey sandwich my stomach felt much better, but now I was tiered, so I went to bed.

The next day I went to school and told my teacher that it was David Johansson who had hit him the other day.

The next day David was expelled, and I learned that being a tattletale isn't always a bad thing.