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4 mo. ago
CBenson1273
I Invited The Kids Who Were Bullying My Son To A Party
I was sitting watching television when Joey came home. I greeted him like I always did.
“Hello, Angel! How was your day?”
But instead of his usual “Fine, Mom,” he ran past me and up to his room. I climbed the stairs to say hello.
He sat on his bed, crying.
I ran over to him. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” he said, sniffling.
“Come on, baby. Don’t you know you can tell me anything? Whatever it is, I’m on your side.”
“It’s just… the kids at school. They’ve been picking on me, and today they pushed me down and called me a runt.”
Joey had always been somewhat small for his age - it was a sore spot for him, especially without a father around. I’d hoped that in fifth grade things might be better.
“What have I told you? You’re amazing, and if those kids can’t see it, they’re half-wits.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he replied, but I could tell they really got to him.
“Don’t worry, Angel. Mommy will take care of everything.”
I met with the principal, but he said it was just boys being boys. The other mothers refused to believe me, hinting that Joey was making it up.
I saw red. I wanted to make them pay. But helping Joey meant putting my selfishness aside and extending an olive branch.
I called each of the mothers back, apologized for any misunderstanding, and invited the boys to a party to make amends. Eventually they agreed - I haven’t met the mother who’d turn down free babysitting. I bought cake and pizza and got the house ready.
When the kids arrived, it was obvious they didn’t really want to be there, but the free food and games got their attention. I watched how they treated Joey - not a single person greeted him.
I stopped the party and called for attention.
“Excuse me, everyone. It’s come to my attention that many of you have been picking on my son in school. I know how kids can be, so what’s say we apologize and start fresh?”
The kids looked at one another, then one by one began laughing. All the while, Joey sat there looking broken, and my heart broke for him.
Then his sadness turned to anger. His eyes began to glow. The air darkened.
Max, the ringleader, made a choking sound and reached for his throat. Then, out of nowhere, a plant stalk emerged from his mouth. It kept growing, bursting from his body at both ends until it lifted him into the air. The others began screaming and sprouting plants until the room was a macabre garden of children suspended in the air from stalks erupting from their bodies.
Then everything stopped and Joey fell over, exhausted. I raced over and held him, feeling small bumps protruding from his back.
“What… what happened?” he asked uncertainly.
“Nothing, sweetheart. Everything is fine. I guess it’s time I tell you the truth about your father. His name was Oberon…”