| I was terrified when a gang of kids were about to beat me up. My friends Steve, Tommy, and I were riding our bikes up at my old elementary school, Angus. We were minding our business when a group of five kids rode up. They started to cuss at us, and we thought their were only five so they either would not attempt to attack us or we could take them. After that more and more of them started to come. They started to cuss even more than before at us. We then backed off because of the increased amount. Soon they loosely surrounded Tommy and me and began to kick at us. I was starting to get scared. Then Tommy said he had to go home and for some reason they just let him ride off, but not before poking more fun at him. They left Steve alone and came after me. After Tommy was gone for like ten minutes my mom in our truck pulled into the parking lot and around the corner. She got out and started to look at the playground equipment, trying not to look like she knew me or anyone else. The kids started to ask if that was my mom as they backed off. I said no. For some reason they all just rode off. I was really scared and I got lucky that Tommy went to get my mom or else I would have gotten hurt. I think the kids acted the way they did because their parents never taught them any better. They also could have acted that way because people make fun of them and they just wanted to get back for their pain. Now that I am much older I some times think that I should have attacked them but I would have lost. I also think most of the time that what I did was right and should not be changed. |
