Desperate Measures

      Everybody has been in some sort of unfix-able situation before. Some kind of problem that is broken beyond prepared, and the only thing to do was to wing it.
      When I was 10, I was always getting picked on at school. Other kids would just pick on me and call me names, and I never understood why. One day, I was walking home from school and some kids decided to follow me home. It was the middle of winter and it was freezing cold, so the kids started throwing snowballs at me. I was just pushing through the pain until I was able to get to my friend's house and tell his mom that the bullies were picking on me.
      I was halfway down the street and the bullies would not stop calling me names and throwing balls of snow and ice at me, and my pants were starting to slip off. I started screaming curses at him and picking up larch rocks and throwing it at their heads. As I was doing that, I was crying and I was not paying attention to what was going on. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mom, she heard and saw the entire day. She thought that I was the bad guy, and I could not tell her truth because she would go to the bullies' house and scream at them. I just had to take the punishment that I was faced with.