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Chapter 2
The bully extended his arm and pushes it forward, I grab the arm and crouch and swing him over my body. I get up and it takes a while for him to get up, standing in front of a locker. I move quickly out of the way as he tries punching me. He hits the locker, making a loud clashing sound. "Ahhh! Shit!" Looking at his hand, it looked different from a normal hand. Now I notice that his wrist is on a slant.
"Oh my god!" I say as he pulls out a knife and tries to cut me.
"Alright, frick this!" He swings his knife at me. I grab it, pointing the opposite way of my body and snap his elbow in the direction it's not supposed to bend, hearing a very loud and repulsive snap. "Ahhhh! You broke my fu—"
He was interrupted. I didn't hear him finish his yell in agony. "What is going on here?" the principal asked. My father, and the nerd followed. "What happened, Blaze?" he asked calmly.
"I was walking out of the classroom and he was getting harassed by these bullies, and I stood up for him, and he took out the big guy, and the other one was gonna attack me, so I flipped him over and he punched a locker, and then he pulled a knife—" I stammered, talking in a run-on sentence, and was interrupted.
"A knife?!" the principal yelled, astounded.
A few minutes passed and loud sirens sounded. It sounded like many police cars were on their way. The one bully's eyes widened and started struggling to get away. "Hold still!" the gym teacher yelled at the armed bully.
Boots hitting the floor lightly could be heard towards the stairs to the next floor down. A SWAT team unit walked up the stairs to the next level. I call out calmly, and raise my hand. "Over here!" The team walks over, pointing there weapons around us and pick up the armed bully, and the out-cold bully, and arrest them and take them out of the school. I finally break the awkward silence and say, "Wow, that was crazy."
My father then says to me, "Blaze, that was a very heroic thing to do. I wouldn't have done it that way, but your way is still good."
I then start to remember my uncle Otto, Ulrich's father, how he was to Ulrich when I we met last. How he seemed he was disappointed in him all the time, and how Ulrich's 'don't give a shit' attitude really is a good mix. "When was the last time I seen cousin Ulrich?" I asked my father, just realizing I'm now in one of his many sports cars.
"Hmmm, I think two Christmases ago," he answered.
"Awesome!" Not gonna lie, I'm not gonna miss this school, I thought.
Chapter 2 is done. Hope you liked it. Chapter 3 will be up shortly.
