The Anders Family

Thursday Soooooo, i had this exact book,and brought it to school, holding it in my hand,my bully came by and started.. well.. bullying me, he said "What's you're name?" even though he already knew it, i didn't say anything, then he started repeating: "Are you deaf?" "Are you deaf?" "Are you deaf?" His friend, lets just call... James, well, he said "Don't be horrible to him, he's nice!" Respect to James, Respect. R.T.J. Anyway, my bully, lets just call Charlie, then said "Who cares?" If you see this, Charlie, gEt rEkt... Anyways back to the.. ermm.. ecounter. whatever you call it: I still didnt say anything, was about to walk away, and dropped the book by accident, Charlie kicked it and said once again: Are you deaf? I saw some weird light come from the book (ligit) then the same light in Charlie's eyes, grabbed the book and said "If i was, how would i be hearing you? use that brain of yours, think.. and, how about... Shut up, thanks!" I walked away. He looked at me, speechless, and returned to his little corner of friends. Friday next week Charlie and his group of friends came up to me the next Friday, me holding the exact same book he kicked yesterday spotted them coming up to me and my friend... lets say Taylor. Taylor saw me look somewhere and looked there too, she saw Charlie and his friends aswell, walking up to us. "What do you want from us?" She asked, quite inpolitely. "Shut it, we just want Fredrick. (my name)" Charlie said. He took a quick peek at what i was grabbing on to in my hands and started being quite akward. "Errr... guys, can you go..?" He said looking back at his friends. "Say what?" James asked, confudelled. "I said do it." And so they did. "So? what do you want?" Repeated Taylor. Charlie took one last look at this very book and started screaming "HELP! HELP! THAT BOOK'S CURSED! CURSED I TELL YOU! CURSEDD!" I put the book closer to Charlie and that was a mistake: He screamed so loudly my ears were bleeding. literally. I needed help, Taylor, even though experiencing the exact same thing, quickly ruffled out some bandade from her bag, she always kept that in her, as she says, for emergencies, just like this one. She wrapped the bandade around my ear, then hers, as quickly as she could, and here i am. Living the life with a bandade 'round my ear. Praise to Taylor. This is a true story, believe it or not. R.L Stine, buddy, you helped me curse my bully. Thank you.