The first day of school is always usually the most boring. Nothing exciting happens. For instance today in math, all we did was a review and usually we talk the first day of school (in math), but this year we have a new teacher, Mr. Bording. Everyone calls him "Mr. Boring."
"Hey Liz, wait up," Sara said when I was walking home from school. "Did you hear that Mr. Boring is wearing an earring? Everyone's talking about it."
"Well I didn't see him wearing it," I said. Mr. Boring usually wears tight jeans (to teach in!) and has this weirdo haircut, so you could imagine him having his ear pierced. Gosh, I don't even have mine pierced and I'm in the fifth grade!
"Hey Lizzy, did you know that Tommy Peterson threw-up today in music class? He had to go home," Sara said. I think Sara is a gossiper or something because every day, almost, she's like this.
When I got home my brother Mitch was eating (he always does that after school). I got my food and went upstairs to do my homework. When I got done it was around 4:48 and we have dinner at 5:00, so I went down stairs for dinner. Of course, every first day of school my dad at dinner, asks what happened today and we each have to tell him (my brother, my two sisters and me). I told him about Mr. Boring and his pierced ear. When dinner was over, I went to my room and thought (I always think after dinner) about Mr. Boring and other stuff, then I went to sleep. I dreamed about this girl at school who was taking people's lunches, because it actually did happen today! She was kind of pretty, kind of, but she was big, both ways, going up and going out.
The next day, my mom came in and woke me up and said to go down and get some breakfast. So I did. All I had was cereal. After breakfast, I got my books and kissed my mom and dad good-bye, then went to wait for my bus. I only ride the bus in the morning because after school it doesn't go by my house. When we got on the bus we found a seat near the back and sat down.
"Sara, have you seen that new girl that steals everyones lunches?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Well, do you know her name?"
"Yeah, it's Melody but she likes to be called Bub," Sara said. "Why do you want to know anyway?"
"Well," I began, "She steals and I'm gonna stop her!"
"I don't think you should," Sara said quietly, "She's tough."
"I'm gonna do it anyway!!" I yelled so loud the whole bus turned silent and looked at me. My face probably turned bright red.
When we got to school I went to put my books away and this girl, Bub, came up to me and said, "Where's your lunch?"
"I buy," I say with a smile.
"Well, give me your money or I'll punch you, then spit all over you." I still didn't give it to her so she took a swing. I ducked and she hit her friend. She swung again, not even caring what happened to her friend, and got me in the eye. So I punched her back and gave her a bloody nose. Then the principle came and sent us to his office. He gave us these little notes that look like this:
I have to give it to my parents. I'll probably get grounded and stay that way for a million years. But luckily I got through the rest of the day without getting into trouble and fights, but I got this note from Bub. It said:
Meet me after school on Friday, 3 weeks
from today on the hill behind the school .
And if you don't show up, I'll think of
something.
Sincerely,
Bub
The note kind of scared me but I was gonna show up--with muscles. From today on, I'm gonna lift weighs. I told this to Sara and she thinks it's a stupid idea (she wasn't in her gossip mood).
"I'm still gonna do it!" I shouted.
"And get what you got today from her?" My eye still hurt, but not a lot.
"I'm going to start lifting weights," I said as I walked to my back door. "Well bye Liz and be careful!" she yelled.
"I will," I said happily.
But now I have to show my parents the slip my principle gave me. I walked into my house and asked mom and dad if I could talk to them. "Sure, why not?" I showed them the slip and they looked at my eye. "So what's my punishment?" I asked. "let us talk for a minute" they said. So I sat there as patient as I could. If they didn't let me have a short punishment, I couldn't fight; and if I couldn't do that , Bub will do something to me.
"We've decided that your black eye is your punishment and we hope you've learned your lesson," my parents say at the same time.
"I've got something else to say. I need to fight her in 3 weeks."
"It sounds fine, but if you come back with two black eyes, youll have a much more painful punishment," my mom said. I couldn't believe they said I could fight.
"Well I better start lifting weights!" I laughed. "I'll be down for dinner."
When the 3 weeks were almost done I looked really strong. I even beat Mitch in arm wrestling and my mom thought I was taking some kind of drug, but I really was strong. I lifted weights for 3 hours everyday. Everyday at school people are saying "Look how strong that lady is" and Bub and I never talked. Today at school she kind of looked at me and looked scared. That night I had a dream that it was 3:30 (that's what time school ends) and we were fighting and Bub punched me so much I died.
The next morning was terrible. I kept dropping everything and at school everyone was saying "You can do it Liz" or "I know you'll win. Look how strong you are." Then when the bell rang everyone raced to the hill where Bub and her friends were and me and mine. When I was about to punch her she held up her hand and said "Don't punch me. I don't want to fight. Your'e stronger than me and you'll win. I don't want to take anymore lunches. I'm sorry about your eye, Liz. Will you maybe just forget all of this happened?"
"Please?" Bub said again. "You know I'd really want to be your friend if it's all right with you." And when she said that everyone clapped and cheered.
"I won!" I said
Bub hangs around me and were not best friends, but friends. Now, no one calls her Bub. They call her Mel for Melody and she doesn't take anyone's lunches. I guess that means that she's not the 5th Grade Bully anymore!
