An excerpt from: The Life of Kenneth Cale
The principal banged his fists on his desk, “silence,” he shouted! “Please speak one at a time, you first,” he said, as he gestured towards a scrawny little boy.
The small 6th grader, Kenneth Cale, was a brilliant and kind kid, but because of this, he was the number one target for the bullies of the school. The day before Dennis Hay, the most prominent bully of the school, messed with him, for the second time of that week.
“I remember that day clearly,” Kenny said to Mr. Caston. “I was using the bathroom when I heard a tapping noise at the door. Just as I was about to walk out of the bathroom to investigate, Dennis appeared at the door, holding a ring of keys with a smirk on his face. He tossed
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He didn’t know what to do; he could either tell the truth about Dennis, playfully sending his little brother on a wild goose chase by making the weakest kid of the school hold on to them, or get rid of the bully once and for all, by telling Mr. Caston his own version of the story. He pondered whether or not he should lie about Denny. His heart kept telling him, “you won’t get away with it,” but the anger he had towards the bully overcame his rational thoughts. He thought to himself, “Denny has a pretty bad reputation, so Mr. Caston would probably believe any freak story to get rid of him.” Kenny thought for a second longer, and he came up with an ingenious …show more content…
Caston, wide-eyed, stared at Denny, astonished by what he had done. “You have reached a new evil, mister!” he shouted, as he gave Denny a long dirty look.
“I didn’t do any of that!” Dennis protested angrily.
“Why not we ask Jonny then?” Mr. Caston retorted.
Kenny interrupted, quivering, he said, “Uhm, I’m not sure whether that’s a great idea. He may be suffering from trauma right now.”
“We will still try though,” the principal said. “Meanwhile,” he continued, “if you think you didn’t do that, then why not you tell us what you think actually happened, Danny!”
Dennis stayed silent. At that moment, his face burned with anger towards Kenny. How could Kenny say such a thing like that?! Just as he was about to tell his story, Jonny walked in without a single bruise or cut on any of the skin skin exposed by his grey, linty sweater vest.
“Who are you?” the principal asked.
“I’m Jonny, you called me in didn’t you?”
“Oh, I must’ve gotten the last name wrong. What was Jonny’s name again, Kenneth?”
At this point, Kenny’s face became paper white. He swallowed, “Jonny, uhm Nevergreen?”
Jonny interrupted, “you know I am the only Jonathon in the school right? My last name is