“We have a new student today, his name is Jacob. He is from Ireland….” Jacob watched and studied the class as Mr. Runner introduced him. The class mainly consisted of normal students who were doing their homework and looking off of the textbooks, but there was a corner, a dark, somber, overcast corner in the back of the building. The walls were smeared with pencil lead, chewed gum, spitballs, and the other whole assortment of illegal classroom items.  The desk was covered with carvings from the years of one student, just one student, who had been sitting there since anybody came to the school. This boy was Greg, the meanest bully who made everybody’s lives miserable. He, however, was known for bullying new students. Jacob did not want to sit next to him, although the only seat available was next to Greg.
“…. Say, Jacob,” said Mr. Runner as Jacob came to his wits,  “why don’t you take a seat. I’m sure there is a seat somewhere in there.”
“Actually, I don’t think that there are any seats left,” stammered Jacob, hoping that Mr. Runner would not notice the empty seat. Two eyes were locked on him, and those were Greg’s.
“Really? Here, let me get a chair for you.”
As Mr. Runner rummaged through the closet, Jacob now noticed that everyone in the classroom was staring at him.
“Wait, there’s a seat next to Greg. Why don’t you sit next to him?”
Rats! thought Jacob as he walked towards his new seat. He sat down and noticed that Greg was still glaring at him, his eyes like destructive lasers with their crosshairs locked on Jacob. Jacob looked away.
“Now that that is settled,” said Mr. Runner, “why don’t I introduce today’s new project! In this project, you will pretend that you are a lawyer and that you have a client who is in trouble. You need to persuade me, the judge, to declare your client not guilty. The directions are on your papers, and you will be doing this project in partners.” When he said “partners,” everyone immediately began to talk with one another, deciding who they wanted to work with. “I will be assigning the partners,” said Mr. Runner. At that note, everyone became silent. “These are the partners: Joseph and John, San and Karen, Susan and William, Benjamin and Jessica, and Jacob and Greg. Your projects are due at the end of the week, and it is worth a lot of points. Good luck!”
Jacob slowly looked to his left. Greg had an evil smile on his face.
Throughout the week, they remained silent. Jacob did not talk with Greg, and Greg did not talk with Jacob. After completion of the project and receiving their grades, Jacob got an A, and Greg got an A-. Greg was mad because he got a lower grade than Jacob, and that he did not deserve it.
Why did I deserve this? Greg thought. I worked hard on my part, and this Irish nobody did absolutely nothing! That stupid teacher is even worse, grading even harsher although he knows that my parents are divorced, my mother was lost in MH370, and my dad is a drug addict. I am going to do something about this, something to make this Jacob guy cry, and I know just the thing!

Jacob had just finished his lunch and was walking around the main quad. Something bothered him though. He had a weird gut feeling that something evil was happening, something bad was going on. And his gut proved to be right. Jacob noticed that everyone was giving a weird stare at him, and that some were even giving a disgusted look. Then, he noticed Greg talking with a group of boys.
“. . . and, he’s an obese drug addict! I wonder how the school let such a criminal in!” Greg loudly said, and everyone laughed. Jacob looked at ground and walked faster.
“Hi there, drunky!” someone shouted.
“Yeah, tell us how much beer you drink!” another yelled.
“You’re so fat, your scale exploded into a million pieces!” Greg taunted, and everybody laughed.
Now, Jacob was sprinting out the school while being chased by a group of students yelling, “Jacob the Drunk dude! Jacob the Drunk dude!” He had had enough. He was sick of Greg. He wished his parents didn’t decide to move to Budapest.
That’s it! I’m going to run away! To go to somewhere where nobody knows me! But where? He thought about it, blocking the insults hurled at him. I know the best hiding spot for me where not even the police can find me. Jacob wondered how he would escape the police without raising suspicion. After all, the police were good at their job. No criminal has ever gotten out of Budapest without getting of the radar, and yet he was about to cross borders into another country. Jacob thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of a brilliant idea. I leave at midnight tonight.

“ATTENTION, A UNIDENTIFIED MINOR HAS ILLEGALLY CROSSED BORDERS INTO ITALY. HE HAS BEEN REPORTED TO BE ARMED. ALL PATROLS RESPOND TO CODE-5 IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT, ARMED SUSPECT CROSSING BORDERS, RESPOND TO CODE 5 IMMEDIATELY. AIR SUPPORT AND MILITARY, RESPOND IMMEDIATELY. ITALIAN GOVERNMENT/SWAT TEAM HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED.
five minutes later….. the police radio cuts in.
“SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED ON OFFICERS! NOTIFY THE MILITARY, AIR SUPPORT, NOOSE, SWAT, FBI, STATE PATROL, LOCAL PATROL, AND ALL OTHER OFFICERS IN THE MAIN VICINITY.
Sirens blared and lights flashed and officers yelled as police cruisers, cars, criminal transports, F-22 bombers, F-16, B-29, helicopters, Noose, SWAT Team, the corner, and the tow truck barreled into the border fence in Italy. Hundreds of thousands of police officers, helicopters, bombers, and the rest of the whole shebang ran toward the brush surrounding the 5,000,000,000,000 gigawatt electric charged fence.
Meanwhile, Jacob giggled hysterically as the army of people surrounded him. The night before his act, Jacob had made a realistic copy of himself with his 3D printer and had taped a black painted water gun and a soundtrack of gunshots onto the copy. Now as the police attempted to shoot “Jacob”, the real Jacob walked onto Italian soil.

EPILOGUE
GREG continued to bully students for 3 more years before he became lonely and committed suicide. Budapest police still have not figured out the cause of his death.

JACOB managed to escape to Casal Gheriglio, Italy, a small village in the Florence area. However, once the locals started to notice him, he became an international runaway, escaping from country to country, and activating the local police. He managed to escape from London, but after that, the police never found a trace of him again.

By this point, you would have probably figured out that words are important and influence those around you, and that this whole crazy thing would have been avoided if Greg didn’t bully Jacob, or if Jacob told a teacher, or if they both resolved their differences. The point is, don’t bully someone otherwise they might run away and become a criminal and get the police involved.