Suddenly he felt a heavy hand grasp his arm viciously.
“So you thought you got away, then?”
Wesley’s first instinct was to look around for someone to help, but there was no one. Roy grabbed a bicycle chain and tied Wesley by the throat to one of the bicycles. As he did this Wesley panicked and pleaded with Roy to stop. Taking no notice, Roy began to make his way to class laughing in an evil way, leaving Wesley to struggle in vain to escape.
A few hours later a teacher checking the bike shed s found him and released him .The teacher demanded to Wesley to tell him who was responsible for this. Wesley kept quiet, terrified.
Over the next few days Wesley’s main priority to avoid bumping into Roy. Although he came face to face with him a few times, Roy only stole his lunch money, which wasn’t too bad. He began to hope Roy was getting bored of bullying him and was going to move onto another victim.
A week later, after school, Wesley’s luck came to an end. As he walked down a quiet lonely street, Roy came walking towards him. Wesley started to panic. He tried to run but Roy easily caught him. “Not so fast”, he said. “I’ve got a job for you!”
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The next morning Wesley woke up and for a moment he thought it had been a horrible dream. Then he yawned and felt a sharp pain on his chest where Roy had hit him yesterday. All the fear of Roy’s bullying had come flooding back to him. Wesley felt like a complete idiot for believing that Roy had forgotten about him. But now he knew that he was going to experience the worst part ever of Roy’s bullying. As the morning progressed, Wesley could not get his mind off Roy’s demand. The teachers got very impatient with Wesley’s lack of concentration.
Sitting alone on a bench at lunchtime, Wesley felt like he could see nothing or hear nothing. Suddenly, something broke his daydreaming. Looking at him was the enormous bulk of Roy, his heart sank.
Immediately Wesley tensed up, ready to receive a few blows. He felt slightly relieved that Roy kept his hands in his pockets. Leaning down, Roy said in a threatening voice directly to Wesley, “Don’t forget, you’re doing it tonight”!
For the rest of the afternoon, Wesley was shaking with terror. Desperately he tried to think of a way to get out of Roy’s plan. First of all, he thought of telling his busy parents. Secondly of phoning the police, and thirdly, running away from home from home. But he was too afraid of Roy to do any of these things. As an unhappy Wesley walked out of a classroom he had made up his mind that he would have to go through with it.
Halfway down the corridor Roy pounced on Wesley and threw him into a cleaning cupboard. He had told Wesley to stay put, until it was to time to commence his plan. Unwillingly, Wesley agreed.
Wesley knew he was to be locked up for at least another five hours but it felt like a lifetime. During his long and boring imprisonment in the cupboard, he imagined what it would feel like to have friends. Thinking about this made Wesley feel lonelier than ever.
Hearing heavy footsteps further down the corridor made Wesley suppose it was finally time for Roy to free him. Sure enough the door unlocked and Roy hissed at him to come out. He gave Wesley a box of matches and petrol. He said, “I’m going now, but don’t forget, it starts in the headmaster’s office”. “If the school still stands, I’m going to kill you.
Wesley saw Roy disappear into the darkness; He began to walk slowly towards the headmaster’s office. Suddenly he changed his mind. He decided not to set light to the school after all. He would deal with Roy when the time came.
Wesley went home and sneaked in quietly without disturbing his parents. Straight away he hid the matches and petrol under his bed feeling pleased, having the best nights sleep in ages.
The next day Wesley was waiting for Roy. As expected Roy came charging like a bull towards him looking furious.
Wesley quickly ran into the caretaker’s shed, which was close behind him. With a roar of anger Roy followed him. As Roy blundered into the shed, Wesley crept out of it through a small window. Rushing around he slammed the door and pad-locked it. A shocked Roy discovered that he was too big to climb out of the window. He yelled at Wesley to let him out!
“No chance”, said Wesley. “Now it’s your turn to feel fear”.
Suddenly, Roy noticed the strong smell of petrol all around him. He began to beat the door with his fist.
Outside the shed stood Wesley smiling as he lit a match. He tossed it in through the window and walked away without even looking back.
