There he was
6 feet tall
All big and strong
On his hooded head
The bully from Roanoke High
Who does he think he is?
His face like stone
Flexing your muscles
Rubbing his fist
Proud as an eagle
He was the king of his territory
Surrounded by his subjects
All following him, like his shadow.
Always looking for prey
Many trembled when they heard his name
Or pass it down the hall
He hasn’t lost a single battle
No matter how small or tall in size
I am the King, he shouted with glee
He snapped his fingers
And the gang got closer
His eyes following the direction
From your finger.
Coming your way
He was a short thin boy
When he got closer, he looked at the group.
The King noticed that his eyes were slanted
He raised his hand and ordered the attack.
The gang jumped on him and took him down
They kicked him in the face and body.
They grabbed him by his backpack
And dragged him to the king.
The King punched him in the face
Blood spurted everywhere
He screamed “stop, stop; you’re hurting me.”
The King suddenly threw his head back,
Roaring with laughter
“Beat him up again,” he ordered.
Like puppets, they did their orders
The gang kicked him and hit him some more.
Books were thrown at him
His face was all bloody as he lay on the ground
Just as the group turned to walk away
The young Chinese managed to get up and run.
He was hurt, badly
Said if I don’t get out of here
They will kill me.
The young freshman kept running
Until he came home feeling safe.
He was scared, he screamed and hit the door
His mother opened the door and saw her son with a bloody face
He collapsed into his arms.
She was hysterical crying “What happened?” she said.
“I don’t know mom. I was on my way to school
This gang attacked me.
I don’t want to go back to that school, “he said.
I’ll talk to your Uncle Henry.
“He is a martial arts teacher; I know he will help you.”
“How can you help me, Mom?”
“He will make you strong and show you how to defend yourself
Against many “.
Peter listened to his mother.
He went to live with Uncle Henry and changed schools.
For three years he trained day and night with Uncle Henry.
Practicing techniques, improving your skill.
Uncle Henry was pleased with Peter’s progress;
I work very hard
Now Peter Chin was ready.
He went back to Roanoke High to even the score
Hoping to meet the King face to face.
Once again the King appeared with his followers.
And spied on the Chinese boy
“Hey, that boy looks familiar to me,” he told his gang.
“Isn’t that the boy we hit three years ago?”
“Where has he been all this time?”
Peter returned her gaze boldly.
The King felt nervous
The gang began to surround the young man.
Peter only had a stick in his hand.
Do or Die rang in his head
The King laughed out loud
“Catch him,” he yelled.
One by one Peter took them down
Only Peter and the King remained,
The King pounced on Peter
Peter trained well, moved quickly
Give him a karate kick to the chest
Leaving him breathless on the ground.
There he lies, alone, humiliated and destroyed
Once upon a time
Roanoke High bully.
Peter turned and walked away.