Nay The Bully (standard:drama, 1232 words)
Author: MD	Added: Mar 23 2012	Views/Reads: 3130/1813	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a short realistic fiction about a bully who may be a potential woman beater

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destroyed. One thing we noticed in particular was their mother's 
favorite table. We knew that if she was  to stumble upon this rubble, 
everybody would be in trouble including the guests, Jamesha and 
Sunshine. We got the hot glue gun and did the best we could. In no time 
the table looked as if it had not been just destroyed five minutes ago. 
When everyone finally sat down after surveying the table Nay's mother 
walked through the door. She looked tired and beads of sweat dripped 
down her forehead. She pursed her lips as if to say something but 
quickly changed her mind. She walked into her room and shut the door. 
Through the door we could hear her and Nay conversing about what 
happened and seconds later she was standing outside the door glaring at 
us. 

She turned to Kina, who was the oldest and Nays and Kevin's sister and
said "So what happened?" Kina began to stammer because she knew that if 
she told exactly what happened her punishment wouldn't be so lightly as 
everyone else's. Their mother., Kia averted her eyes towards me. With a 
eye piercing gaze she asked me "Quisia, what happened?" I told her the 
whole story while side glancing, waiting for the others reactions. She 
scolded us and told us that it was wrong for us to watch as Nay was 
severely beat. Then she went to the door of her room as if she was 
about to go back in, but closed the door. In one quick move, she cocked 
her head back and her shoulders began to bounce like a giddy child. I 
couldn't believe it she was laughing. She was laughing at the pain of 
her son. Confused, we all joined in on the laughter and soon enough we 
was retelling the story the whole night. That night we shared a good 
laugh at someone's misery, and somehow i felt a bond with everyone. 
This was the greatest experience of my life and it would be retold 
countless of times.


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