'I HATE BULLIES!Why must they exist in this

'I HATE BULLIES!Why must they exist in this world?Sometimes even though live has its problem.

I was in school, at my locker. Guest who came? The bullies. They pushed me to the locker and locked me in the tight space locker. I was feeling uncomfortable...

until I opened the secret door in the back of my locker. I waited until the bullies had gone and then pushed a button. The door slid open, and I crawled through into a storage room

and then I crawled through the billiard room. I hid under the pool table, spying on people's ankles. I'd attached some fishing line to some turkey feathers dangling from a really u

ncool Sunday School teacher who objected to being feathered dangling from the ceiling upside down in front of the whole town of Decatur. My plan was to pull the string and bring he

Cate and Ncool together in a production at the Revolution Brewing Fistmas Pub Crawl, which meant they got yo have their cake

& cram it in the face of their neighbor when he was least expecting it. Cate & Ncool were partial to banana cream pies & bearded drinkers. They wished each victim a Merry Fistmas

and a Frosty Neck Beard. Cate and Ncool smiled as a sticky man in a red jumpsuit stepped on a stray banana peel and slid across the floor to a giant cream pie. 'Tis the season.

Santa's after-Christmas parties were getting wilder every year, and Mrs. Claus was none too sure that she wanted to see how this one would end. So she crawled up to bed and read.