“You’re so small; you can’t even reach the book”

 Said David. There’s this bully at my school named David. I’m too scared to stand up to him though. He’s in 8’Th grade. Later at home I tell my mom.

“Mom all the people at school are bullying me because of how small I am”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get taller sooner or later.”

 “But the doctor said I’m going to be 5’7 and all the other kids are going to be 6’1-6’7 when their 20.” I shout.

Hold on let me back up a little. I’m 10 years old and my name is Josh. I have brown hair and I have brown eyes. I live with my mom, my mom has brown hair she’s about 5’5 and has brown eyes, like me. My dad, my dad has a buzz cut so he doesn’t really have hair and has blue eyes my dad is 5’4 or 5’3.

                                                   

 My sisters have black hair and green eyes both of them are about 5’1 or 5’2 and 2 sisters. I am 4’6 but all my other friends are 5’3.

 In this story you will hear about my small issues. Now back to the story. My sister came. I thought to myself great. With a British accent my sister said

” What is creating all that sound.”

 My sister likes to mimic the accent from Harry Potter movie.

 “I asked mom if I could get plastic surgery but she said no.”

” Plastic surgery doesn’t make you taller.”

“Why would you want plastic surgery anyway?It hurts a ton.”

    
       “To get taller.”

”Fine I won’t get plastic surgery.”

After that I go to sleep even though­­ its 7:00. The next day when I wake up I feel taller. I realize I’ve grown. I keep a chart on my wall. My last height was 4’6 now I’m 4’8. I feel so happy.

 But I’m not as tall as my friends.  When I went on the bus I told my friends that I got taller but when I got off, I was still the same size. This makes no sense. At home I was 4’8 but on the bus I am 4’6. In Math I couldn’t reach the SRB (Student reference book).

 In band I couldn’t reach my trumpet. I had to ask the teacher. In science I couldn’t reach the science book. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me.

  “I got a call from the teacher and she said you’re getting bullied a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I am so angry I yelled “What do you think I was saying yesterday?”

 My dad heard me then got so angry he screamed “Go to your room.”

I stomped to my room then slammed the door. I went to sleep at 9:00. I thought about getting taller.

 While I was sleeping I was thinking to myself what will happen tomorrow. The next day I decided to stand up to David. In math David came.

"You're a pygmy"

 

"Right back at ya"

 

Then David started threatening me.

 

"You're gonna be sorry you said that. Me and you, in the back of the school, after school. Make sure you're not followed. Got it."

 

 

"Got it"

 

 

I am so scared I wish I didn't listen to my mom. I told my teacher Mrs. Brown.

 

She said hold on. So I waited until it was was litaracy time. I told my Litaracy techer Mr. Joseph.

 

 

“You’re so small; you can’t even reach the book”

 Said David. There’s this bully at my school named David. I’m too scared to stand up to him though. He’s in 8’Th grade. Later at home I tell my mom.

“Mom all the people at school are bullying me because of how small I am”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get taller sooner or later.”

 “But the doctor said I’m going to be 5’7 and all the other kids are going to be 6’1-6’7 when their 20.” I shout.

Hold on let me back up a little. I’m 10 years old and my name is Josh. I have brown hair and I have brown eyes. I live with my mom, my mom has brown hair she’s about 5’5 and has brown eyes, like me. My dad, my dad has a buzz cut so he doesn’t really have hair and has blue eyes my dad is 5’4 or 5’3.

                                                   

 My sisters have black hair and green eyes both of them are about 5’1 or 5’2 and 2 sisters. I am 4’6 but all my other friends are 5’3.

 In this story you will hear about my small issues. Now back to the story. My sister came. I thought to myself great. 

 

” What is creating all that sound.”

 My sister likes to mimic the accent from Harry Potter movie.

 “I asked mom if I could get plastic surgery but she said no.”

” Plastic surgery doesn’t make you taller.”

“Why would you want plastic surgery anyway?It hurts a ton.”

    
       “To get taller.”

”Fine I won’t get plastic surgery.”

After that I go to sleep even though­­ its 7:00. The next day when I wake up I feel taller. I realize I’ve grown. I keep a chart on my wall. My last height was 4’6 now I’m 4’8. I feel so happy.

 But I’m not as tall as my friends.  When I went on the bus I told my friends that I got taller but when I got off, I was still the same size. This makes no sense. At home I was 4’8 but on the bus I am 4’6. In Math I couldn’t reach the SRB (Student reference book).

 In band I couldn’t reach my trumpet. I had to ask the teacher. In science I couldn’t reach the science book. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me.

  “I got a call from the teacher and she said you’re getting bullied a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I am so angry I yelled “What do you think I was saying yesterday?”

 My dad heard me then got so angry he screamed “Go to your room.”

I stomped to my room then slammed the door. I went to sleep at 9:00. I thought about getting taller.

 While I was sleeping I was thinking to myself what will happen tomorrow. The next day I decided to stand up to David. That day I go to school and I see David. The next time David bully's me I will stand up to him. During math David comes over to my seat. 

 

"You're a pygmy"

 

"Back at you"

 

Then he startes threatining me

 

"You're gonna be sorry you said that. Me you 6:00 behind the school. You better be their

Thursday, January 24, 2013

“You’re so small; you can’t even reach the book”

 Said David. There’s this bully at my school named David. I’m too scared to stand up to him though. He’s in 8’Th grade. Later at home I tell my mom.

“Mom all the people at school are bullying me because of how small I am”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get taller sooner or later.”

 “But the doctor said I’m going to be 5’7 and all the other kids are going to be 6’1-6’7 when their 20.” I shout.

Hold on let me back up a little. I’m 10 years old and my name is Josh. I have brown hair and I have brown eyes. I live with my mom, my mom has brown hair she’s about 5’5 and has brown eyes, like me. My dad, my dad has a buzz cut so he doesn’t really have hair and has blue eyes my dad is 5’4 or 5’3.

                                                   

 My sisters have black hair and green eyes both of them are about 5’1 or 5’2 and 2 sisters. I am 4’6 but all my other friends are 5’3.

 In this story you will hear about my small issues. Now back to the story. My sister came. I thought to myself great. With a British accent my sister said

” What is creating all that sound.”

 My sister likes to mimic the accent from Harry Potter movie.

 “I asked mom if I could get plastic surgery but she said no.”

” Plastic surgery doesn’t make you taller.”

“Why would you want plastic surgery anyway?It hurts a ton.”

    
       “To get taller.”

”Fine I won’t get plastic surgery.”

After that I go to sleep even though­­ its 7:00. The next day when I wake up I feel taller. I realize I’ve grown. I keep a chart on my wall. My last height was 4’6 now I’m 4’8. I feel so happy.

 But I’m not as tall as my friends.  When I went on the bus I told my friends that I got taller but when I got off, I was still the same size. This makes no sense. At home I was 4’8 but on the bus I am 4’6. In Math I couldn’t reach the SRB (Student reference book).

 In band I couldn’t reach my trumpet. I had to ask the teacher. In science I couldn’t reach the science book. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me.

  “I got a call from the teacher and she said you’re getting bullied a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I am so angry I yelled “What do you think I was saying yesterday?”

 My dad heard me then got so angry he screamed “Go to your room.”

I stomped to my room then slammed the door. I went to sleep at 9:00. I thought about getting taller.

 While I was sleeping I was thinking to myself what will happen tomorrow. The next day I decided to stand up to David. In math David came.

"You're a pygmy"

 

"Right back at ya"

 

Then David started threatening me.

 

"You're gonna be sorry you said that. Me and you, in the back of the school, after school. Make sure you're not followed.

“You’re so small; you can’t even reach the book”

 Said David. There’s this bully at my school named David. I’m too scared to stand up to him though. He’s in 8’Th grade. Later at home I tell my mom.

“Mom all the people at school are bullying me because of how small I am”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get taller sooner or later.”

 “But the doctor said I’m going to be 5’7 and all the other kids are going to be 6’1-6’7 when their 20.” I shout.

Hold on let me back up a little. I’m 10 years old and my name is Josh. I have brown hair and I have brown eyes. I live with my mom, my mom has brown hair she’s about 5’5 and has brown eyes, like me. My dad, my dad has a buzz cut so he doesn’t really have hair and has blue eyes my dad is 5’4 or 5’3.

                                                   

 My sisters have black hair and green eyes both of them are about 5’1 or 5’2 and 2 sisters. I am 4’6 but all my other friends are 5’3.

 In this story you will hear about my small issues. Now back to the story. My sister came. I thought to myself great. 

 

” What is creating all that sound.”

 My sister likes to mimic the accent from Harry Potter movie.

 “I asked mom if I could get plastic surgery but she said no.”

” Plastic surgery doesn’t make you taller.”

“Why would you want plastic surgery anyway?It hurts a ton.”

    
       “To get taller.”

”Fine I won’t get plastic surgery.”

After that I go to sleep even though­­ its 7:00. The next day when I wake up I feel taller. I realize I’ve grown. I keep a chart on my wall. My last height was 4’6 now I’m 4’8. I feel so happy.

 But I’m not as tall as my friends.  When I went on the bus I told my friends that I got taller but when I got off, I was still the same size. This makes no sense. At home I was 4’8 but on the bus I am 4’6. In Math I couldn’t reach the SRB (Student reference book).

 In band I couldn’t reach my trumpet. I had to ask the teacher. In science I couldn’t reach the science book. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me.

  “I got a call from the teacher and she said you’re getting bullied a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I am so angry I yelled “What do you think I was saying yesterday?”

 My dad heard me then got so angry he screamed “Go to your room.”

I stomped to my room then slammed the door. I went to sleep at 9:00. I thought about getting taller.

 While I was sleeping I was thinking to myself what will happen tomorrow. The next day I decided to stand up to David. That day I go to school and I see David. The next time David bully's me I will stand up to him. During math David comes over to my seat. 

 

"You're a pygmy"

 

"Back at you"

 

Then he startes threatining me

 

"You're gonna be sorry you said that. Me you 6:00 behind the school. You better be their

“You’re so small; you can’t even reach the book”

 Said David. There’s this bully at my school named David. I’m too scared to stand up to him though. He’s in 8’Th grade. Later at home I tell my mom.

“Mom all the people at school are bullying me because of how small I am”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get taller sooner or later.”

 “But the doctor said I’m going to be 5’7 and all the other kids are going to be 6’1-6’7 when their 20.” I shout.

Hold on let me back up a little. I’m 10 years old and my name is Josh. I have brown hair and I have brown eyes. I live with my mom, my mom has brown hair she’s about 5’5 and has brown eyes, like me. My dad, my dad has a buzz cut so he doesn’t really have hair and has blue eyes my dad is 5’4 or 5’3.

                                                   

 My sisters have black hair and green eyes both of them are about 5’1 or 5’2 and 2 sisters. I am 4’6 but all my other friends are 5’3.

 In this story you will hear about my small issues. Now back to the story. My sister came. I thought to myself great. With a British accent my sister said

” What is creating all that sound.”

 My sister likes to mimic the accent from Harry Potter movie.

 “I asked mom if I could get plastic surgery but she said no.”

” Plastic surgery doesn’t make you taller.”

“Why would you want plastic surgery anyway?It hurts a ton.”

    
       “To get taller.”

”Fine I won’t get plastic surgery.”

After that I go to sleep even though­­ its 7:00. The next day when I wake up I feel taller. I realize I’ve grown. I keep a chart on my wall. My last height was 4’6 now I’m 4’8. I feel so happy.

 But I’m not as tall as my friends.  When I went on the bus I told my friends that I got taller but when I got off, I was still the same size. This makes no sense. At home I was 4’8 but on the bus I am 4’6. In Math I couldn’t reach the SRB (Student reference book).

 In band I couldn’t reach my trumpet. I had to ask the teacher. In science I couldn’t reach the science book. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me.

  “I got a call from the teacher and she said you’re getting bullied a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I am so angry I yelled “What do you think I was saying yesterday?”

 My dad heard me then got so angry he screamed “Go to your room.”

I stomped to my room then slammed the door. I went to sleep at 9:00. I thought about getting taller.

 While I was sleeping I was thinking to myself what will happen tomorrow. The next day I decided to stand up to David.