“You’re such a Dumb Dumb. No wonder no one likes you.”
That’s the kind of thing I hear daily in fifth grade. And it’s not just from the kids—my teacher, my best-friend-turned-enemy, even the principal—all of them have it out for me. It’s like the entire school held a secret vote and decided, “Yep, Ari’s our official punching bag this year.”
And my parents? No help. “Turn the other cheek,” they say. As if that’ll stop Big Moose from turning my face into hamburger meat. Seven months of insults, pranks, and ink-filled paper balls later, I’ve had enough.
Ignoring them hasn’t worked. Laughing it off hasn’t worked. But you know what will? A perfectly planned, completely harmless, and absolutely unforgettable way to turn the tables.
I may be scrawny, but I’m also smart. And I’m about to teach my bullies a lesson they’ll never forget—without ever throwing a single punch.
They think they’ve won. That I’ll always be the easy target. But the tables are about to turn, and this time, I get the last laugh.