It was the first day of school, and Billy the bully, was ready for action. It's a tradition to Billy to pick on the most dorkiest person, and to pick on him for the rest of the year.

He walk into the big, red, school that had 2 floors. To describe Billy, he always cheats on test by looking at the smartest person, he trips all the dorks, and never say sorry, unless the teacher is looking.

When he went inside the school, Billy saw people eyeballing him. Even the popular kids. Billy is a popular kid, just so you know. "Hey everyone," Billy smiled. Nobody said a peep. The bell rang breaking up the silence, and everyone ran to their classrooms. Everyone, but Billy. A kid shouted while running "If you weren't such a bully, we would be talking to you!" Billy sighed and dragged himself to his class room.

Billy went to his classroom, and plopped himself down in a desk in the back of the room in a shady area, were the lights were dim and it was damp, the desk old and dark colored, and the chair was rusty and made a squeaky sound when wobbled. The perfect spot to chill, around the dark area was a bright, colorful, area. The desk are brand new, the chairs squeaky clean with no rust. The teacher spoke.

"Good morning class!" she brightly said. "Now, today, we are going to talk about bullying,"

Billy listen up. He had to learn how to be nice.

Mrs. Velazquez

"Now class," Mrs. Velazquez said.

"Bullies are made when other people bully them. Or it's something with their family,"

Billy saw his past.

His mother, which was sweet and nice, died of a rare blood cancer.

Billy was with her in the hospital, hearing the heart monitor beep. Beep silence, beep, beeeep. Billy's father then took care, he and billy had many fights.

The teacher continue.

"Bullies then bully other people, also known to them, as "Dorks", and when they do that, that creates other bullies. If you are getting bullied, tell a teacher or adult."

"Any questions?" ask Mrs. Velazquez.