LITTLE KID'S STORY #3

It's tough when people pick on you for no reason. I can't help the way I look and my father works hard. It's not his fault if I don't have new clothes all the time. I don't think I want to have new clothes and look pretty. The people that do are always pushing me around or using words like the ones I'm not supposed to say.

 

Like Mouse, he's always saying I'm pretty and laughing, and he makes everyone else laugh. He's no Christian neither. He's always punching me in the face or taking my apple or candy. He's broke my glasses twice. I don't much like my church now. I turn the other cheek and he punches it and laughs. When I tell him he'll burn in the fires of hell, he laughs some more and kicks me in the face.

My father says you gutta look out for yourself. So one day I planned to get Mouse. I got some bait. You know, like worms to catch fish in fishing. I got a big bag of candy and when Mouse came to take it away, I ran around the school. I let him get real close and when I went around the corner, I put my foot out. Mouse tripped over it and all his guys fell right on him. I loved it. But went over to see if he was really hurt. I got my glasses broke again.

Mouse had to wear his arm in a sling but I told everyone it was an accident. I guess my church is all right. If I was Catholic, I would have to go to that confession place and say I planned it and was proud of myself. That's a bad thing to say. All churches say that. But at least at my church I don't gutta confess.