The Bully

“You have until tomorrow at 1 PM to tell me what happened. After that, there will be repercussions.” Sandy turned and left the same way she came in. I had known she was on to me, but I hadn’t realized how close she was. It was time to start on Plan B. Plan B would more than likely solve my problems. If everything went to plan. 

Sandy was the bully of the neighborhood and I was tasked with pushing back. I had grown up with bullies. My parents bullied everyone and I had learned from the best. I also knew how to be sneaky because of them and knew where to hit the bullies where it would hit them the hardest. And unlike my parents, I had empathy for others. But they had taught me enough to deal with Sandy and her ninth-grade cronies. I never understood high school girls until I entered high school. 

The next day my plan caught on and started just before first period. Everything pointed at Sandy – the broken windows, the spray paint, the break-in in the principal’s office. Not many knew what Sandy’s tag was, but I did. We had created our tags when we were friends. Many moons ago. Now that the principal knew Sandy’s tag and now she had been caught, she would no longer be back. An expulsion from public school meant her parents were sending her to boarding school. In a different state.