- Read the book and discuss how Bubba and Giganto respond to the threat of the bullies.
- Do role playing having children take the parts of the different characters.
- Have the students rewrite the ending.
- Discuss why the bullies need to torment others.
Ever wonder if parents really listen to you? Try adding, “and the alien
scooped me up” and see their reaction. If they turn around and look in a weird way,
they paid attention. My parents just say, “Uh-huh, that’s nice, dear.”
But I’ve gone off topic here. My story has nothing to do with parents but
everything to do with accepting a challenge.
Starting at a new school and meeting friends is hard, really hard. Factor in that my
parents decided to name me Bubba - not Bobby, not Brendan, but Bubba - and anyone
can understand why I hate going to any school. This would be my fourth nightmare in a
brand new setting.
Getting off the bus, I bumped right into this huge student. Couldn’t avoid it. The
kid, who must have been over 200 pounds, hogged the whole sidewalk. His oversized
blue T-shirt looked more like a tent. Well, call me silly, but I turned to the circus freak
and told him, “Move out of my way.” Almost in slow motion, he started to wobble out of
As I tried to pass, he yanked me back by my collar. My gut told me I may have
made the biggest mistake of my life.
Putting on my ‘tough guy’ face (the gnarly grin and uplifted eyebrow),
I looked him squarely in the eyes. “What’s up?” I asked, while my legs screamed RUN.
Anticipating a nasty hit on my body, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to block your way.”
Unsure if my ears heard right, I opened one eye and checked where his pudgy
hands were. Although the tone of his voice sounded angelic in my head (with both
eyes shut), I may have mistaken sarcasm for sincerity. To my astonishment, his hand
waited for me to shake it in greeting. The other hand held on to his brown leather school
bag. It reminded me of what a spy carrying Top Secret documents would use.
“My name’s David Montana,” he said, clasping my hand in a tight grip and
shaking it. His ‘tent’ wobbled with every shake, rattle, and roll he did with my hand. A
childish grin spread across his cherub features.
“H-hey. I’m B -” No way would I tell him my name in front of everyone
circled around us expecting the first fight of the school year. “Nice to meet
you.” My racing heart resumed its normal beat. I’m not normally the queasy and
frightened type of a guy. I’m usually smarter in the sense I pick fights with guys my own
size. So knowing my body would continue its healthy state, I let out a very inconspicuous
Besides, I felt lower than a deflated punching bag for thinking him a circus freak.
Everyone dispersed once the warning bell rang, obviously disappointed I didn’t
get my teeth knocked out. My newfound friend and I entered the ugly, red brick building,
similar to all my other schools. I wonder if it’s like a secret school code to keep schools
as monotone as possible in order to have students remain nice and quiet … well, bored is
more like it.
I looked around and felt like puking. The walls, lockers, doors, ceilings -
everything was clean, not a mural anywhere, made me a bit nervous since every other
school had those artistic imprints. Those schools allowed their students to decorate the
walls with paintings and feel at home. So, I wondered if I had just stepped into boot
camp or what, because it was blaringly obvious to me the kids here either had no artistic
qualities or the school’s administration felt they shouldn’t decorate the walls. Great!
Could this day get any worse?
Yes. I couldn’t help but feel as though I walked in a dank tunnel. Then it hit me as
I looked around. There were no windows. The only sunlight streamed from the corridor
windows. I stopped for a second and peeked inside a classroom. No windows. Yikes.
Even the Titanic had more windows.
“Yio, David.” I ran to catch up with him. “What’s up with the lack of windows?”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it. We really don’t notice. Students are less distracted.”
“Yeah, but how will we know when we’re nearing an iceberg?”
He looked at me as though I was off my rocker.
“Never mind.” I didn’t feel the need to explain my weird sense of humor to him.
David and I hit it off. Six foot plus David, and five ten and a hundred-sixty-five
pound me shared every single class. Luck knew I would need David somewhere down
And, boy, was Luck ever right.
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