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A painful lesson – a bully’s story | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

A painful lesson – a bully’s story

            It was indeed a painful lesson for me.

            I was the notorious school bully. My friends and I would usually go around picking on smaller built individuals. We would beat them to a pulp and found satisfaction in doing so. I radiated such an aura of menace that everyone stayed an arm’s length away from me. Little did I know what was in store for me …

            It was dismissal.

            Pupils were rushing forward to their parents and domestic helpers at the school gates like bullets from a revolver upon school dismissal. Exuberance bubbled among the pupils as they walked back home eagerly. To my friends and I, it was just another bullying session once again. Without hesitation, I set my almond-shaped eyes on Jamie.

            Jamie was an effeminate bespectacled classmate of mine. As small as a dwarf, he was a kind, tousle-haired boy who always helped other people in need. Why must he much more perfect than me? IQ perfect, EQ perfect, you name it. The jealousy I bore against him had literally consumed me. As such, he inevitably became my victim.

            Forcing Jamie against a whitewashed wall, I said in my deep baritone voice, “Did you have a nice walk?” Apprehension swirled around Jamie like winter chill, he turned into a clipped-tongue stutter. “What … what” Before he could even complete his sentence, I slammed his head against the wall and threw his spectacles in the direction of my friend, Jonathan. I then whispered quietly into Jamie’s ear, “Give me all your money, or – “

            Just then, a familiar stentorian voice drifted towards my ears, interrupting my speech.

            “Matthew, what are you doing?” it screamed out. Dropping Jamie with a thunderous thud, I turned my head to face the person who had uttered those words. On doing so, I stood rooted to the ground, all pale and unmoving like an alabaster statue. Instinctively, I looked back, only to see Jonathan and the others flee like gold medal Olympians. As hapless as a baby, I could only watch the discipline master approach me like a stormtrooper …

            I am now in the principal’s office, awaiting helplessly for an almost certain doom. A pang of pain gripped my heart as tears and sobs bemoaned my olive face. Oh, the regret! Oh the sorrow. The reality of my deplorable situation hit me like a sledgehammer as I caught a glimpse of the principal’s cane.

            It was indeed a painful lesson for me, one which I should remember for many years to come.


 Signing off,
Elijah Wee, Singapore

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