Billy Wolfes' dagbog: mobning og forelskelse

Hi there my name is Billy and i decided to write in a diary for a couple of days. Okay so here it goes.

February 28, 2008

Worst day of my life

Hi this is the first time I am writing a story in this diary, the story is about a worst day in my life. Yesterday. I was riding my bike too school as I always do when this big bold kid comes up at the side of my bike and kicks my back wheel. The kick was so hard that the bike almost turned around before it crashed into the curb and fell over. I stood up because I knew that if I didn't do anything i would get my ass kicked. I looked around trying to see where the big guy was going to attack me from, because he was going to attack me i was sure about that. When I almost convinced myself that i was wrong the bold guy appeared with two of his friends behind a car, I now knew that i was going to get beat up so I just started running, as fast as I could. But no matter how fast I ran I always knew they were going to catch me and hit me. So I just stopped, stopped and sat down closed my eyes and thought about something better. The rest I can't tell you cause I don't remember, though the bruises of my body would tell the story for it self.