When you are the youngest child at 9 years old at a birthday party, you are in trouble when you decide
Most importantly, that boy was me. I was invited to the party by my school bully. At first, I was nervous about going because I knew that it could be a trap. There was a part of me, though, that wanted to go because there was nothing interesting that summer of 1999. There was a sense of panic as I rang the doorbell, but as a kid, I was interested in birthday parties, so I did not turn back. However, there was something crazier in mind on the other end for my school bully. The party started with games such as musical chairs, tug of war, and freeze tag.
Then, we had hitting the pinata and cake. After relaxing in the living room, my school bully approached me and tried to hold me down. However, he did not count on my newer friends to tackle him. Once he was subdued, we managed to hogtie him and carry him outside to the porch. He was cussing at us, but we ignored him. After slowly removing his socks to reveal his bare feet, he was attempting to apologize for the way he treated me, but in our minds, it was not going to help him in his case.
To Be Continued