My Friend is the Bully

In assembly today the headmaster said he was worried about bullying in our year. Boring. I mean some kids just deserve it.

We walked down the corridor to maths, and little year sevens got out the way, because of my friend. My friend is the bully.

He's never really hurt anyone badly. Some kids just can't take a joke. Anyway, it all happened to him when he started here - what goes around comes around.

At lunch time he shared his lunch with me, because my stupid mum doesn't give me enough money for lunch and fags. I mean she knows I smoke, so why not give me the cash?

My dad got in a bare rage with her when he found out, said it was her fault for not bringing me up properly. Threw his empty cans at her, and she went upstairs and cried. Stupid mum.

I played on my friends PSP in English, and it got confiscated by this well out of order teacher. I mean what do I care about Shakespeare?

It's getting a bit rough around here, so I took a knife from the kitchen for protection. I pulled it on my friend the bully on the way home, just joking. He called me a stupid twat, and said he wouldn't hang around with me any more.

Tomorrow, I'll make him remember why he hangs around with me. No one calls me a stupid twat.

The headmaster is worried about bullying in our year, but it looks like my friend the bully has gone soft. So there's nothing to worry about any more.

I only had one friend.