My Short Story

             The man with the black suit attacked Steve. Just as the blade was about to touch him, Steve found himself lying on the bed sweating. He sighed "What was that?" Steve was an 8th grader bully. He was a gangster who smoked, rode skateboards, and had tattoos. Yesterday was Halloween and he had stolen candy from small kids and swore at them. He thought the nightmare was the consequence for stealing and swearing. He got ready for school and left the house. It was wet outside. When he was walking on the sidewalk, a car suddenly zoomed by and splashed over a puddle. The mudwater splashed on Steve and he was wet head to toe. "Darn it!" Steve shouted, infuriated. He was late for school and he couldn't go back home. So, he just went to school and into the classroom. The teacher, freaked out, said "Get the heck outta here and dry yourself!" Everyone laughed. One hour later, he came back into the classroom. Some girls gossiped "He stinks like fart." and they giggled. Steve heard this and stood up and exclaimed " SHUT UP! YOU SMALL, STUPID, ..." everyone suddenly laughed hard holding their stomach. Steve's classmates were pointing down his leg. His pants were pulled down by someone. Steve felt like dying. Later, when he went home, he realized this was because of bullying and mean stuff. So that night, he slept and woke up early in the morning. He started acting nice and behaving. At school, everyone greeted him well and the people were surprised. Top bully not bullying? He learned that bullying was mean and he shouldn't do that. Although that was all coincidences.