“That yellow sweater is so ugly!” scoffed the bully.
“However, your pink sweater is hideous.”
“In fact, all your clothes are horrible!” sneered the bully. Pleased with their latest insults, they all slithered away. I ran to school, as fast as the wind, because I was late.
“Oh no!” I thought to myself. There were the bullies standing together. Gingerly, I crept past them. Then, all of a sudden, Kayla, the meanest of them all, pushed me over. Just then, a teacher hurried over to us and discovered they were picking on me. As a result, they were marched to the principal’s office. It was remarkable I never got picked on again.