Final confrontation (or "blah blah" 3)
This time he pushed me, and I fell and got a little muddy. My hands and shoes got all muddy, but I had landed in a push-up style. I was pretty upset, and sick of this kid picking on me. Later I saw him walking wayyyyyyy across the field, and I ran as fast as I could (which was fast) and I jump kicked him in the back! He never had time to prepare, he was COVERED in mud--even worse than me. Never picked on me again after that.