So as soon as i get to art class i hear someone walk in. "I'd like to speak to Dutch.", he said.
"Oooooooooh! Busted!" Everyone in class said to him as i kinda sinked low into my chair.
"Come along...",me told me.
"w-what i do sir?", i asked.
he didnt say a word. We went to his office and sitting there was the bully crying his eyes out. The princable sat down at his desk.
"what happend?", he asked. The bully spoke first.
"i-i was eating my l-lunch and he just attacked me out of no where", he wimpered.
the princable glanced at me and said,"is this tru?" i shook my head fast and said,"this bully stole my rice and thru me across the room". I pulled up my sleeve and showed him a broose on my arm and he raised an i braw.
The bully began to cry even more and then the princible wrote him a note. The bully sunk his head and walked out of the room. "your excused dutch. please becareful and call a teacher next time",he stated. I went back to class and and entered the room drawing all eyes at me in the door way. I sat down immediatly and the teacher said we were doing finger painting.
DUTCH
finger painting is fun! ^ ^ someone continue. ^ ^
