The Bully

I was playing in the schoolyard when i was ten years old Playing baseball with my good friends though it was very cold. Suddenly a circle formed around me the Circle of Death its name I was in the middle with the bully everyone knew of his fame. The only way to break the circle was to fight the beast inside I looked around for a teacher but they just liked to hide. The crowd was cheering wildly it was blood the were looking for I knew there would be no satisfaction until i was crying on the gravel floor. My Grandfather was a boxer he taught me to keep my hands up high I fended off a dozen blows then i popped him in the eye. He was raging like a mad bull he tried to level me with several blows Soon he became very tired Thats when I bloodied up his nose. He fell down on his hands and knees I could see tears falling from his eyes The crowds roars came to a quiet hush It seemed they were surprised. I walked over to the bully I extended to him a helping hand He seemed genuinely embarassed As I pulled him to a stand. We became good friends in coming days The Circle of Death no longer bringing fear Years later i stood at my friends gravesite Those memories i hold so dear.