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Author: Stephen Zanzucchi
Tags: JUVENILE FICTION / Readers / Chapter Books
one lucky accident, then he could go from being a coward to the bravest kid in school just as easily.
Then Hercules appeared from behind a bush yelling, “I knew it! I knew it!” He knew I wasn’t a bully and this was one of Donald’s horrible plans. The sad thing is Hercules wanted in. He wanted the girls to notice him as well. He too was tired of Buzz picking on him, so he and Donald agreed to make me the biggest bully Texas had ever seen. That way they would both get the fame of being bully survivors and Buzz would get knocked out of the picture.
They never asked me what I wanted, but I was happy to see that I could make their lives better, and I now have friends.
Everyone is the architect of his/her own destiny.
I am ready for my destiny makeover.
To the weak-hearted reader, turn around; this is going to get ugly.
Saturday, September 11th, 2010
5:10 p.m.
Skating the Night Away
I watched Rocky III this morning. What a wonderful way to start a Saturday. That Mr. T is one heck of an actor. But what do I know? When I was cast in a puppet show in the third grade as the rat in the Pied Piper, I pretended to be sick and dying just to get out of the play. All I had to do was squeak several times, and I couldn’t even do that. So what do I know about acting?
I figure if I am going to keep my bully reputation alive, I need to act and appear like a bully. Think like a bully. Be a bully. So I dusted off my old skateboard that I got in the fifth grade and never used. In the movies it seems like all the good bullies have some kind of transportation, and my bike is currently out of commission.
I practiced all afternoon, with Jessica there at my side, laughing every time I fell. Well, guess what? Every time I got on that stupid board, I fell. I don’t know if it’s the board’s fault or mine. Jessica was sure having fun. Every time I fell on my you know what, I could see Mr. T being asked the question, “What do you think will be the outcome of the game?” He would look at the camera and say with the deepest desire to hurt someone, “Pain.”
Pain was definitely the outcome of my afternoon, and I still can’t ride that ridiculous contraption. I will have to find another way to be a bully. Any thoughts or suggestions? I spent the rest of the day watching Rocky IV .
Even the smallest step toward your goal is progress.
Those cookies can keep their wisdom. It’s not helping here.
Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
6:28 p.m.
Stories for Everyone
As usual, your thoughts have not been helpful. One person flat out said, “DON’T DO IT!” I agree with you, but remember it is not me; it is Hercules and Donald who are keeping me in the bully position.
Speaking of those two, they are living it up. At school today they had so many followers listening to their stories. I wish I could keep track of all of the stories. Most of them, if not all, are ridiculously impossible.
One story was about how I robbed a bank while water skiing barefoot in Venice, Italy. I have never been out of this country, and I could never water ski, especially barefoot.
Another one I think is great is that in my spare time I like to sit on a hill and shoot candy out of babies’ hands with my Sniper-Slingshot 3000. Well, I don’t have a slingshot, and how many hills are there in Texas?
My favorite is that when I was eight years old, I escaped from prison by digging my way out with my baby teeth. The Tooth Fairy has been upset with me ever since.
What can I say? My new buddies really know how to make up a good story and sell it to the highest bidder.
You will have a long, adventurous life.
At least that is what everyone at school thinks.
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
8:52 p.m.
Tattoo
Nothing really new at school; just the usual outrageous stories that are being spread by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. But I have wondered how effective these stories really are. I almost feel like my popularity has died a little.
Then Hercules appeared from behind a bush yelling, “I knew it! I knew it!” He knew I wasn’t a bully and this was one of Donald’s horrible plans. The sad thing is Hercules wanted in. He wanted the girls to notice him as well. He too was tired of Buzz picking on him, so he and Donald agreed to make me the biggest bully Texas had ever seen. That way they would both get the fame of being bully survivors and Buzz would get knocked out of the picture.
They never asked me what I wanted, but I was happy to see that I could make their lives better, and I now have friends.
Everyone is the architect of his/her own destiny.
I am ready for my destiny makeover.
To the weak-hearted reader, turn around; this is going to get ugly.
Saturday, September 11th, 2010
5:10 p.m.
Skating the Night Away
I watched Rocky III this morning. What a wonderful way to start a Saturday. That Mr. T is one heck of an actor. But what do I know? When I was cast in a puppet show in the third grade as the rat in the Pied Piper, I pretended to be sick and dying just to get out of the play. All I had to do was squeak several times, and I couldn’t even do that. So what do I know about acting?
I figure if I am going to keep my bully reputation alive, I need to act and appear like a bully. Think like a bully. Be a bully. So I dusted off my old skateboard that I got in the fifth grade and never used. In the movies it seems like all the good bullies have some kind of transportation, and my bike is currently out of commission.
I practiced all afternoon, with Jessica there at my side, laughing every time I fell. Well, guess what? Every time I got on that stupid board, I fell. I don’t know if it’s the board’s fault or mine. Jessica was sure having fun. Every time I fell on my you know what, I could see Mr. T being asked the question, “What do you think will be the outcome of the game?” He would look at the camera and say with the deepest desire to hurt someone, “Pain.”
Pain was definitely the outcome of my afternoon, and I still can’t ride that ridiculous contraption. I will have to find another way to be a bully. Any thoughts or suggestions? I spent the rest of the day watching Rocky IV .
Even the smallest step toward your goal is progress.
Those cookies can keep their wisdom. It’s not helping here.
Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
6:28 p.m.
Stories for Everyone
As usual, your thoughts have not been helpful. One person flat out said, “DON’T DO IT!” I agree with you, but remember it is not me; it is Hercules and Donald who are keeping me in the bully position.
Speaking of those two, they are living it up. At school today they had so many followers listening to their stories. I wish I could keep track of all of the stories. Most of them, if not all, are ridiculously impossible.
One story was about how I robbed a bank while water skiing barefoot in Venice, Italy. I have never been out of this country, and I could never water ski, especially barefoot.
Another one I think is great is that in my spare time I like to sit on a hill and shoot candy out of babies’ hands with my Sniper-Slingshot 3000. Well, I don’t have a slingshot, and how many hills are there in Texas?
My favorite is that when I was eight years old, I escaped from prison by digging my way out with my baby teeth. The Tooth Fairy has been upset with me ever since.
What can I say? My new buddies really know how to make up a good story and sell it to the highest bidder.
You will have a long, adventurous life.
At least that is what everyone at school thinks.
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
8:52 p.m.
Tattoo
Nothing really new at school; just the usual outrageous stories that are being spread by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. But I have wondered how effective these stories really are. I almost feel like my popularity has died a little.
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