We're getting there! I just have to last until the 30th! If I finish three more today then I'm set!
~Blaze

Day 24: Write a 250-word stream of consciousness from the point of view of a middle school bully.

Bully

It's not fair! He thought, glaring at the stupid chattery little kid beneath him. It's not fair that these dweebs get everything, but I mess up on one little thing and suddenly everyone hates me.

Maybe now I can give them something to actually hate.

Why do they always do that, anyway? Those stupid girls poke fun at me, pretend to like me, and then suddenly I'm stuck with those upperclassmen beating me to a pulp in my own backyard. Then these little dweebs have the nerve to laugh at me?

There's a reason why they get targeted. People think these little nerds are sweet and kind, and when they do something wrong its a-ok. But when I do it? When I do the exact same thing, make the exact same comments, then there is a problem. All I can think about is their stupid smirking faces and how I want to... need to pummel it into the ground.

It usually wasn't even started by me! They would just walk up to me, start making fun of me, of some little interaction from years ago that they knew about, and then play scared when I start getting angry. It'd be kind of like the Hulk at that point - yeah I know about him, you don't have to be a nerd or a geek to know comic book things- I would get all angry and mad and the next thing you know I'm held in a corner waiting for the principal to come as they clutch their arms and whimper about how badly their bruises hurt. Then my side of the story isn't even taken into account! They just let the nerds exacerbate the issue, and suddenly it's my fault that world hunger is a problem.

...Well you know what I mean.

It's just so frustrating. But I've given up. If they're going to leave me with the stereotypes that bullies come with, I might as well just fill them. The fear and anger is better than the mockery.

That's what he thought while he was being dragged to the principals office, blood dripping from his knuckles.