I was in elementary school and it was the first year I was able to ride the bus. Mrs. Habistat, the bus driver, accused me of throwing a wadded piece of paper at her while she was driving. The paper hit her in the back of the head and she immediately blamed me, when in fact it was the kid who was sitting in front of me. Everyone on the bus vouched for me and pointed fingers at Kenny, the perp who threw the ball of paper. Nevertheless, she was so confident it was me that she kicked me off the bus and I had to walk the remaining two miles home.
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Hi teaches12345. I think it is good to learn this important lesson early in ones life. Have a fantastic day.
Yes indeed. I learned quite a bit from my bully. His name was Jack and us kids found out there was power in numbers.