bullies

Did I ever tell you

about a meeting I went to?

From the moment I walked in

I felt uncomfortable through and through.

Because I walked right in

to a big ol’ wolves’ den

but wait – they weren’t wolves

when I looked closer and again.

They were actually hyenas

each decked out in wolf’s clothing

and I walked right in

without even knowing.

And that first howl

I heard caused chills up my spine

because they were just

about to feed and to dine.

Now bear with me here

and try to take heart

while I disclose their secret –

the most chilling part.

You see, they don’t eat flesh

but enjoy tearing apart a soul

picking, ripping, and rending

seems to be their goal.

As soon as I left

I’m sure I was treated the same

my guess is they fed

and feasted on my good name.

So beware, beware

of any hyena in wolf’s clothing.

Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,

those beasts are filled with loathing.

Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,

that peculiar howl you’ll find

will send a tingling chill

straight up your spine.

(fiction)

Brrrng!

The class bell caused me to jump. Lunch time, or as I think of it, the worst time of the day. Slowly, I gathered my books as the rest of the class hurried out the door. By the time I closed my locker, the hallway was nearly empty.

I used to sneak to the library and eat my sandwich there. But, one day I was unaware Mr. Peterson was combing the aisles. Right away, he smelled my peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich.

He caught me mid-bite.

No longer was I allowed to hide in the library during lunch time. I took a deep breath and pushed on the heavy cafeteria door.

Noise surrounded me as I entered. Eagerly, I looked at the teacher’s table hoping there would be reinforcements for protection. No such luck. The only teacher sitting there was Nervous Nelson. He earned his nickname because he just sits and sips his coffee. Even during class.

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