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Numbuh 4

I remember the first time I was bullied. It was way back in the first-grade when I had moved to Cleveland. It was the first time I truly felt afraid

I remember that earlier at 8 A.M. on the first day of school, I woke up chipper as chipper could get. Dad had cooked me waffles (with lots of yummy sugar) and gave me chocolate milk for breakfast (again, with lots of yummy sugar). Dad tousled my hair in satisfaction as he told me "My big son's going to school today- in America! Wait till the Aussies back home here that, eh?"

"Aw. Dad…"

"I love ya, son."

Obviously, this was back before I was who I am today. Just for clarification.

"Look what you've done with his hair, honey! You've messed it up." Commented my mother. "Here, love, lemme fix it for you." She grabbed some gel from the bathroom and swept it back- rich guy style.

"Aw, mum! Whadja do that for?" I whined. I liked my hair messy, I still do.

"Who wouldn't want to see that darling face of yours. It's a shame to hide it." She laughed.

"Yeah, you'll catch plenty of girls with those eyes of yours." Said Dad.

Now, believe it or not, I grinned at that comment. I was a real ladies man back then.

So, off to school I went with Dad. When I got there, I made three friends: Nigel Uno- the Brit that moved there the summer before; Hoagie Gilligan (or Gligan as I used to say)- who had lived in Cleveland since forever; and Abby Lincoln, who just moved here from France.

We were all sitting together at snack time when this group of girls came to our group. I walked up to the prettiest one and smiled- Cynthia I think was her name. I was gonna get her to be my girlfriend.

"Hey. You wanna play on the mokey bars with me?" I said as I smiled my sweetest, most charming smile.

"'Ey Fanny!" she called in a horrible, un-sophisticatemed American accent, "Looks like we got a runt!"

"Stoopid boy probably couldn't reach the monkey bars ef he tried!" The girl named Fanny laughed.

"Fanny, Stop it!" Called Nigel, to my surprise. Apparantly, he knew this girl. Wouldn't know why he would want to talk to her though. Fanny wouldn't listen.

"You're a Stoopid Boy! You're a Stoopid Boy!" Cynthia sang.

"Tears welled up in my eyes. All the girls in the group were laughing at me.

"You know what?" said Fanny, "He's probably so stupid, he spells hat with a Q!"

"Hat does have a q in it! H-8-Q!" That was the worst spelling mistake of my life.

"Wow! You ARE that stupid!" cried one of the other girls.

I couldn't hold the tears back now, I was going to cry.

"Aww. The widdle baby's gonna cwy." Teased Cynthia, "The teaws awe gonna stain those pwetty eyes."

"He's short enough to be a baby!" cried another girl.

The girls had surrounded me and blocked off my friends from both me and the teacher- not that the cruddy adult would care anyways. I was trapped.

And thus- I snapped.

I shook my head violently and let my bangs fall into my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped onto Cynthia. "Shaddup, ya stupid girl! You're nothing but a big bully, you beep "

The teacher heard this and reprimanded me immediately. I got in big trouble that day.

The next day, as during lunch, I got the nightmare of my life- Tommy.

"You been picking on my girlfriend?"

"Ya mean the sheila that called me short. She got what she deserved." I was the bad boy now.

"She don't deserve nuthin'. You on the other hand, little runt." He picked me up with his massive bulk and got real close. He shoved my hair away from my eyes. I was so scared. "You're gonna get it." He threw me up to punch me when…

"Hyah!" came Nigel bursting out of thin air beating the bully to a pulp. Abby and Hoagie ran to catch me from hitting the ground. The four of us surrounded him and well, you know what happens to bullies who mess with Numbuh 4 and his pals!

Even though we beat him, I was still scared. Every time I simply saw Tommy, I would hide behind the closest person, who was usually Nigel. Nigel told me about this secret kid police thing that Abby's sister was in that would protect me from bullies in the shadows. I agreed to it, but still have a fear of bullies today. So every time I faced a bully, I let my bangs fall to my eyes. I wouldn't show my oppressor fear! I wouldn't not show that I remembered Cynthia. I would be invincible.

And that's the story of Numbuh 4. Now I'm starting to think that Numbuh 2's is better after all… Hmmmm… Reviews Please. I'm quite short on them.