As the floor continues to read, they learn about Randall's first experience of being bullied.


Chapter 4: Meeting My Tormentors

"Another painful event in my life was the countless bullies that were in my life. A few weeks after starting kindergarten, Mrs. Monroe and the principle had suggested to my parents that I be bumped up to second grade, which they agreed to. So now, instead of being with kids that were my age, I was with kids that matched my level of education. While most of the kids in my class didn't understand why I was there, it didn't stop them from bullying me.

It was nothing too bad. Most of it was just name calling and jeers at my inability to controlling my blending techniques. While my camouflaging was a rare skill, most reptilians that had it already had some control over it at my age. As for me, I didn't. I was outside sitting next to tree. It was recess. All the other kids were playing on the playground equipment or playing a game of tag or hide and seek. I was sitting away from the action. I wasn't in the mood for their usual teasing. As I sat by my tree, I looked around at all the kids playing. Some girls were playing Double Dutch, several kids playing kickball, nothing I was interested in.

I lay down in the grass, staring at the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds. I couldn't really do anything athletic due to my health. So this was the best option for me. I would've preferred to spend my time inside, but I wasn't allowed to do that. I closed my eyes, enjoying the few times that I was allowed to play outside. Being a sickly kid, I wasn't allowed to be outside most of the time. So when I was allowed to, I didn't hesitate to have the sun baking on my scales.

While I was enjoying my time alone, it was suddenly interrupted when something heavy fell on top of me. I squeaked in surprise and pain. My eyes shot open to see a taller light brown furred monster with brown eyes.

"Watch where ya going shrimp!" He growled at me.

My fronds flattened and I stared up at him in fear. I nodded and started to crawl away, to avoid any trouble. Unfortunately he grabbed my tail and pulled me towards him. He grabbed my throat and lifted me off the ground.

"What's your name, shrimp?" he growled at me.

I couldn't answer him. My vocal chords were damaged so I couldn't tell him even if I wanted to. I squirmed and clawed at his hands to try and pry them off around my throat. Air. I needed air. I couldn't get out. I was too small. Too young. I couldn't fight him. I didn't even want to fight.

"Well?" He demanded.

Next to him was a yellow skinned monster, who was in similar built to Cheryal, but unlike her, he had four tentacles that were near his shoulders, brown eyes, no glasses and he had orange spikes on top of his head and down his shoulders. Next to the him was a small green monster with one purple eye, bat wings and he wore a blue baseball cap.

"Bruno!" A deep Male voice boomed.

Bruno instantly dropped me. I gasped for air and started coughing roughly. A large muscular green skinned monster with four arms, five yellow eyes, and a bushy mustache walked up to us.

"Get up reptile," he snarled at me.

I tried to stand up, but as I did my front left leg buckled underneath me and I tumbled to the ground once again. The adult monster grabbed me and stood me up.

"What is going here?" He demanded.

"That kid," Bruno started, pointing at me, "Tripped me and tried to get me to fight him!"

"Yea, fight him!" The green monster echoed.

"Shut up Rico," Bruno hissed at the green monster, who I assumed was Rico.

"It's true Mr. Slugworth. We were just standing here, minding our own business, when he started causing trouble." The yellow skinned monster answered, backing his friend up.

I shook my head, my eyes wide with horror. They were not blaming me for something I didn't even do! I didn't do anything! I was a little six year old kid! And they were… ten, maybe eleven if I had to guess.

"Like Skeeter said Mr. Slugworth, we were just minding our own business." Bruno stated.

I shook my head. He could not be buying this! How could he not see with all those eyes that they were bigger and older than me?

"Excuse me, is something wrong here, Mr. Slugworth?" Mrs. Monroe asked, walking up.

"Nothing wrong Mrs. Monroe, I'm handling the situation. I was about to send this reptile to the principal's office."

My fronds rose up in terror. The principal's office? But I didn't do anything wrong! Only kids who did bad things got sent there! And I didn't do anything bad!

"For doing what? He's only six." She looked at the older boys and frowned. "Don't tell me you're taking their side over what they said."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"What did they tell you?"

"The kid tried to get them to fight."

"He's six years old! You seriously expect a little six year old to go up to three larger and older boys and pick a fight with them? That's ludicrous! Where is your head? Think!"

I looked at Mr. Slugworth and he looked at me. My fronds flattened. My lower hands playing with my fingers. He spent a while studying me, making me a bit uncomfortable. After a while, he released me.

"You're right."

I let out a sigh of relief. He then grabbed the three boys.

"As for you three, we expect better from you. Let's just see what Principal Norton has to say about this."

Bruno, Skeeter and Rico glared at me./pp"You'll pay for this runt. We're going to make your life a living nightmare." Bruno hissed at me.

I gulped in fear as Mr. Slugworth dragged them off. That was the day I had met the worst bullied I ever hand. I had come face to face with my tormentors."

Nick "Lankey" Schmidt, a tall red monster with a small triangular body with long skinny arms and legs, flinched.

"I never thought Randall was picked on as a kid."

"I don't think any of us did. Randall's early life was hell. Poor guy." Claws replied.


Kids can be little craps. It doesn't matter what age they are. So here's a call out. Keep an eye and question what kids say. Because they do lie to cover their butts. There's two sides to every story. Make sure you get both.