I,ve never thought about killing anyone,but I was supposed to fight this creep that I couldn,t stand for 3yrs before a floor hockey game in grade 9.He didn,t show and I couldn,t wait any longer so I went and played.While I was kneeling down to put my equipment away two of his goon friends came in and put the boots to me,I got a couple of good shots in and the bell rang so they left.There was blood on the floor and I thought that I must be a mess.I went over to the sink to see how bad I had been beaten.All I had was a couple of scratches on my forehead and a bloody swollen lip.While I was washing my face the guy I was to fight went walking by and went into the last stall.I freaked and when I heard the toilet flush I crashed the door as hard as I could and left him there moaning.I thought I would be expelled but worse than that I thought my Dad would kill me.By the time I had taken my books from my locker I didn,t care. I figured that if I was to be kicked out that I would go in style.I walked into the classroom and a good friend,Isabelle,looked up at me and said "Joey!No!The teacher paid no attention,he was writing something on the board,so I walked up to one of these goons and punched him as hard as I could right in the face.The teacher turned and said:"Joey take your seat", the other guy sat right behind me and held a hankerchief up to his nose,that,s where the blood came from,as I walked by him I elbowed him in the nose again.I had just sat down when I heard my name being announced over the speaker and was told to report to the office.I got kicked out of that school because there were three of them and only me and the guy I crashed the stall door on had parents on the school board,but I was able to finish grade 9 at another school.My Dad wasn,t angry at all,he thought that I did the right thing by standing up to bullies.Sometimes bullies turn into wimps when you refuse to back down.They never bothered me again.Sorry for straying from the subject.Now let,s get back on track.