The Fight

The Fight
One childhood memory was when I was in third grade. It was a cloudy day. The grass was bright green and wet. I was at recess when some kids said another kid was going to beat me up because I was talking to his crush but I didn’t really care because I thought he wasn’t going to do anything. When it was time to go break, I went out to the black top. I was playing basketball, when I heard some kids saying, “Watch out”! When I looked, I saw a kid running at me. I started running away from him towards the grassy area. Next thing I know, I saw another kid trying to grab me too. 
                   He pulled on my jacket and I slipped on the wet grass. When I was about to get up they pushed me against the ground. I tried pushing him off of me, but he jumped on my back and started choking me. I fell on top of him and I was panicking. The only thing I could think of was biting him on the arm. But it was hard to do so because his friend was kicking me. When I did I heard a yard duty blow her whistle and she grabbed us, she took us the office.
                    When I was there, I was so scared that I’d get in trouble. I was crying and both of the kids were saying I started it. They said I grabbed his friend and choked him. I didn’t know what to say because I was so angry at them. The principal let them go to lunch and I got suspended for a field trip and I didn’t get to go. When I got home I explained my parents what happen they didn’t get mad but I wish I can go back to that day and tell the principle what really
happen I was just too scared to speck up next time I should keep that in mind don’t be scared to speech up and stand up for yourself.