When I was a 7th grader at Western Oaks, there was this mean scary kid in one of my classes named Cody. He was the typical middle school bully. He was bigger and older than everyone because he was stupid and flunked 4th grade. He smoked cigarettes and rode an old beat up bike. And every now and then before class started, he would randomly punch me or my friend Wes while we set in our desks and the teacher stood in the hallway.
Finally, one day Wes snapped and stood up to Cody. Wes, in a very angry 7th grade voice, said something like "I'm getting tired of you picking on us. You better stop...or else." Surprisingly enough, Cody left us alone after that. Then, to make things better, a few days later he showed up to class crying because he learned he had to move away to live with his abusive father. It was awesome. I don't know what happened to Cody, but I hope his life sucks and that he enjoys prison.