One sunny afternoon, Bradley, a kind, generous nine year old boy, was walking home from school. He saw his reflections in a window, he could see his bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. He couldn’t call for his friend Joe because of what happened yesterday. Then he saw his friend, Tom walking up towards him. Bradley slowed down so Tom could catch up. Tom said “why aren’t you at Joes? You’re normally always there after school, did you have a fight?” then Bradley said, “I can’t tell you” and then Bradley walked off.
To ease the boredom he took out his favourite football with Victor Moses signature on it. He practised doing stepovers and headers, when he looked up he saw them.
The three school bully’s, nearly twice as big and wide as Bradley, came striding towards him. Bradley didn’t dare move, he’s seen these bully’s before, beating people up, scaring teachers, but this time they did something different. “Do you know our names?” they all said, “Clive…Boris…Bob “Bradley whispered. They spat and said, “Were taking your money” but before Bradley had time to react they took his money.
When Bradley got home he told his mum about what happened about the bully’s. After Bradleys mum said “ok, I’m going to walk with you tomorrow” Bradley smiled. He liked it when his mum was with him.
The next day as planned his mum walked with him. After a while the bully’s were there again. This time his mum went up to them and shouted “leave my son alone!” then they ran away. Then Bradley and his mum walked into the sunset. After Bradleys mum said “ you can go to Joes now after you stole” so they walked home.