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Creative Writing: I Hate Cole Matthews
I hate Cole Matthews. He always picked on me and bullied me just because he thinks I am weak. Finally, chance to fight back came. Cole Matthews was bragging about breaking into a hardware store in school. I turned him in to the police. Who would have thought the police would believe what Cole said! He denied the break in. That day, Cole caught up with me in the hallway and yelled “You’re a dead man”. My body shook. I was scared! Cole Matthews laughed. He is going to beat me up again. The same day, after school, Cole cornered me outside in the parking lot. He attacked me and was hitting me in the face strongly. I was furious, but can do nothing. Soon, blood dripped off of my body. I wanted to escape, but I tripped and fell to the ground.
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