SEPTEMBER 13, 1999
Literature Response: "Tuesday of the Other June," the story of a bully
When my brother picks on me I get angry and upset, because when he does that I feel that he doesn't like me. Then when I tell him to stop he doesn't, and that makes me get angry. I realized that that just made him pick on me more and for longer. Pretty soon he would stop and would start picking on my sister.
Sometimes when I think about it I wish I would have just ignored him. My sister feels the same way. Now that we're older it doesn't happen as much.
I have been a bully to my sister many times. One of the times was last night. She had just come back from a party and had a lot of candy.
I bullied her into giving me some tootsie rolls. I did this by hitting her with this little ball on an elastic string. Nothing that would hurt her--just to bug her. I did this because I was hungry. She knew I was hungry. I bug her so much she feels its normal, and she knows I would never really hurt her.
When I get picked on I get very mad and I snap. I go up stairs, and I beat on my bed and I throw stuff around. Then I go down stairs and I tell may dad.
Once my sister and my brother made a team, and they threw me on the couch. They always want to start lots of fights. So I went to tell my parents, and they got their cars taken away for a week. So they came in my room when I was sleeping and jumped on my bed.
When I was 9 my brother and I were walking down to my other brother's game and a guy walked up to us and I guess my brother knew him but he started saying my brother was spreading rumors about him! (He wasn't) And the next thing I knew they were fighting! I got really scared so I went and got help! ( My dad.) He stopped them. It ended up that they are best friends till this day! (roommates!) The guy found out that it was just a rumor that my brother was spreading rumors.
When I was riding the bus home, there were three girls that would always make fun of me. I never knew why, but they always would make fun of me. I would come home crying everyday. And when I think about it I cry, too.
You might think that I was always big and strong and never got picked on, but you're wrong. There was a bully and his name was Mark. No matter what I did he would always pick on me. One day at school it was just like any other day, I was sitting in class and doing my work when the bell rang for recess. Everyone ran out the door except me, because I knew what was coming, a recess full of teasing.
So I went the back way and on to the ball court, but he was standing right there. I snuck behind him and grabbed a ball. I was bouncing it and he came over and took it from me. I said you better give it back or I'll hurt you, and he said, "You will huh, well lets see you try." So I ran at him and pow!! I hit him so hard that it made him cry. And remember I was only in the first grade and he was in third. And to this day I have never got picked on again.
Sometimes my brother picks on me, but most of the time he's just playing with me. I didn't like it when he was being mean to me, and I would tell an him when he was mean to me. Sometimes I would get mad at my younger sister, but that's like never now. I wish I had not done that to her.
On April _ it was my birthday. This boy named Matt was so mean to me. He pulled my hair and made me feel low and not very good. He made me feel stupid. I wish I would have told on him, but I never did so he always got away with it.
On the 11th of September my older sister smacked me in the face. It hurt very bad but I didn't cry. When she hit me it was weird because we get along so good you would think she wouldn't have hit me. Then five minutes later she said she was sorry. I didn't know what to say, but I forgave her. Then ever since we always get along.
When I get picked on by my brother I usually get my feelings hurt by him. Some of the things he says I know are not true. Other times he beats me up, and that doesn't make me feel so good. Sometimes when he is mean to me I just tell my mom or my dad. Anyway, my brother is 16 years old.
When I was in 3rd grade there was a kid who was the biggest bully ever. He picked on everyone, even me. I hated it when he picked on me and threatened me. I was so mad I tried to ignore him but when I did he got meaner and meaner.
I was scared to tell anyone because I thought he would do something to me. He even did something to make the teacher cry. That's when he got sent home. When I sat there in class watching the teacher cry, it made me want to cry too. I felt like I wanted to go over there and talk to her. I actually felt relieved when he got transferred, but I also felt bad for him because I sometimes ask myself how did he become a bully? Why was he mean?
One time when I was in fourth grade my dip brother had a lot of his friends over and he was trying to show off in front of his friends. He was pushing and shoving me and bossing me around. I got really angry at him, but he was fifteen and I was nine, so I couldn't do anything.
Then he started making fun of me so then I got really angry. I tried to push him but they just made fun of me more. So I just left, and rode my bike. When I came back they were gone. Then my mom got home and I told her and he got in trouble. He doesn't make fun of me that much anymore because I don't listen to him.
