Blog of a Bully by Stephen Zanzucchi Read Free Book Online Page B

went to work on my bike.
    I stayed up all Christmas Eve night trying to assemble the thing. I love how they give you this huge paper that folds like a map, and only one column is in English. I just rip that off and trash the rest. Once I had it put together, I hopped on and made a midnight trip to the store. There was only one open this late at night, and all of the employees were too busy playing football up and down the aisle to notice me. I had to tackle the one with the ball just to get a little help. I bought Jessica a nice little makeup kit; she really tugged at my heartstrings when I saw she got me a gift.
    I went home and was soon awoken by a crazy clown. It was Jessica, already wearing the makeup I bought her. She hugged and kissed me and thanked me for the beautiful present. I looked over to see Mom and Dad giving me dirty looks because they knew she would smear the makeup all over the walls, but I didn’t care. I was happy to see I made her happy, and I’ll clean the mess. I hope I remember this fifty years from now. Merry Christmas, everyone.
    I’m curious to know what your favorite presents are. So if you are not too busy, drop a line.
    A member of your family will soon do something that will make you proud.
    Too late.

January
     
     
    Saturday, January 1st, 2011
    5: 18 p.m.
    It’s a New Year
     
    Not many responded to my last post, which is good. That means you must be enjoying your break and have better things to do with your life than reading my blog, like spending time with your family, or eating fig pudding, or how about taking out the trash. Even that would be more important than reading my blog. For those of you who did respond, I hope I didn’t just insult you, because I love my loyal fans.
    One person said he got a brand new car, and a lady said she found a wedding ring in her stocking. But the winner this week is the person who was so happy with the set of ear plugs she got as a gift, because her husband snores. This world full of strange people never ceases to make me laugh.
    I spent the afternoon playing games with Jessica. I never realized how fun a little sister could be. I’m surprised she still likes to do things with me despite all the mean things I have done to her in the past. On the plus side, my parents have released their sentence of no computer/video games as long as I play them with Jessica. The other nice thing is that if we go to a store and Jessica wants ice cream, she usually gets it, but now she will ask Mom to buy me one too. It really does pay to be nice. My New Year’s resolution is to be more loving toward Jessica.
    To forgive is to forget.
    I forgive myself of all the bad things I have done to Jessica . . . Yeah, I don’t really think it works that way.
     

Wednesday, January 5th, 2011
    8:48 p.m.
    School Worries
     
    School is about to start again, and I am not looking forward to that. I think I am still a bully, but I don’t feel like one anymore. I need to kill my bad reputation before it gets me killed. I’m still convinced that at any moment Buzz is going to up and destroy me. I am not sure what he has against me or why I end up messing with the guy; he seems to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, like when I sneezed on his food. I blame him for that one. Oh well, that is just one of my worries.
    I am also afraid to show my worthless face around Angela. I can’t imagine what she thinks of me. I’m not really in the mood to hang out with Donald and Hercules again, seeing that they are the ones that got me in this mess. School is only halfway over, and I can’t wait for this school year to be done. Now I know how teachers feel—they have to put up with and deal with the stuff we pull at school. Well, at least I have a sweet set of wheels now. I can’t think straight tonight; I have too many things on my mind. I will tell you how school goes.
    If you want happiness for a lifetime, help someone else.
    Or they could help me so they can be happy. Where