As I left school with my head up high, I sang to myself under my breath. It was the perfect end to the perfect day.
Rounding the corner with a spring in my step, I accidentally bumped into somebody coming in the opposite direction, but hardly paying them any attention, I apologised and walked on.
I began to sing to myself once more, a little louder now, but as I did, I felt a blow to the back of my head, and I bit my tongue as I fell to the ground.
Luckily, grass was the surface that caught my fall, and as I rolled over to see what had hit me in the back of the head, I saw a silhouette of a figure with their arms held high. They seemed to be drawing back for a punch. I realised that this was my attacker, but I didn't recognise him.
'So, you think you can just punch my brother in the face and get away with it?' my assailant yelled. It took a while for his words to click, and then I thought back to my earlier confrontation with the bullies.
'Look!' I tried to explain. 'I don't want any trouble! He was picking on me in the first place, and I was just standing up for myself!'
'Johnny is a harmless little weed! There's no way he'd have the nerve to pick on somebody twice his size!' he laughed to himself, and all the hatred for the bullies swarmed back over me. The chanting, the camera phones... It all came back, and I was not going to put up with it any more...
Bringing my foot up, I connected with the groin of my attacker, and slowly got to my feet as he bent slightly over.
'I don't want to fight you! I don't want any trouble!' I tried to reason with him once again, but was unsuccessful.
'Well, you've got trouble now!'
He took a swing at me with his right fist, and as I tried to move out of the way, he hit the very edge of my face - the nose and the lips. It stung, but the adrenaline rush I was feeling distracted me from the pain.
The older boy was still bent over from the hit to the crotch, and so I took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach as hard as I could. I hit him pretty solidly, at least winding him, I was sure, but as I attempted to draw my foot back, he grabbed my leg and twisted it round, causing my body to follow and for me to fall to the ground, this time landing on the path, scraping stones into my face.
Spinning round to look at him, he drew his arm back, and I braced myself for a fiersome hit to the face, stomach, or anywhere else that would cause me to be in a lot of pain.
But before this could happen, another arm flew out and grabbed onto the boy's drawn back arm, stopping him. As my eyes adjusted to the sun shining into them, I recognised the man - Mr Baker, my PE teacher.