I was beginning to feel terrified of him and just like always he began to pick on me. For some reason unknown I sensed weight of my chest, with a burst of energy said " why are you in a freshman class? your sophomore, you're that stupid?" At that same moment I knew I screwed up; that stupid sophomore came up to me and pushed so hard I gasped has if I was falling off a cliff. I knew that if I let him get away with this, I would be known has a weakling to everyone at the school. I got off that ground like I had springs and I swung at him like my life depended on it. My fist came in contact with his jawline it rung him like the liberty bells hearing the cracking. After that one punch I felt the guilt, hearing my parent speak about values of kindness to all. Knowing that others, even my tormentor could be coming from an abusive household. Immediately after school, I went straight home. I reached out to my mom questioning my values and my faults. When I was sitting in the living room waiting for a response the guilt was sinking in. I always told myself that I would never impose anger or hate on someone else. When my mother came into the room she spoke to me as if I was a child that lost his mind. She
I was beginning to feel terrified of him and just like always he began to pick on me. For some reason unknown I sensed weight of my chest, with a burst of energy said " why are you in a freshman class? your sophomore, you're that stupid?" At that same moment I knew I screwed up; that stupid sophomore came up to me and pushed so hard I gasped has if I was falling off a cliff. I knew that if I let him get away with this, I would be known has a weakling to everyone at the school. I got off that ground like I had springs and I swung at him like my life depended on it. My fist came in contact with his jawline it rung him like the liberty bells hearing the cracking. After that one punch I felt the guilt, hearing my parent speak about values of kindness to all. Knowing that others, even my tormentor could be coming from an abusive household. Immediately after school, I went straight home. I reached out to my mom questioning my values and my faults. When I was sitting in the living room waiting for a response the guilt was sinking in. I always told myself that I would never impose anger or hate on someone else. When my mother came into the room she spoke to me as if I was a child that lost his mind. She