My name was Victor Martinez. I live in a part of Mexico called, Puerta Vallarta. Most houses were made of brick and wooden doors. I had some friends at school but to a minimum. Our school buildings were mostly painted yellow. Our bully (In 8th grade) was Oscar Lopez, he was almost as big as a Gorilla. A lot of people were afraid of him. He was pretty scary and had most people running for their lives. I’ve never told on him because then that would mean my death. No one messes with him and probably never will for eternity.