Fight

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” yelled the kids.

The playground looked like ants running everywhere.

Two boys were in the center fighting. They were punching each other. They were throwing fists. Both boys were saying bad words and calling each other bad names.

It did not look good. I did not want to get in the middle of that fight. A boy pushed me as I stood on the circle. I fell into one of the boys that were fighting. He punched me in the head.

“That hurt!” I yelled. “Stop it! I do not want to fight with you. Let go of me!”

Now both boys were punching me. One hit my head. The other punched me in the tummy. It was not a good day at all. I did not want to fight. Why was I in the middle of a war?

Mr. Jones came out of the lunchroom. He opened the door and gave the “dirty look.” We all stopped. I stared. My arms had bruises on them. The kids were all pointing to me. It was a nightmare.

Lucky for me, my mom came to wake me up in a few minutes. She pulled my pillow and touched my nose. I was still asleep when I said, “Do not punch me again. I might get a bloody nose!”