This is a memoir I had to write. Is it good? bad? what is some advice on how to make this better.?

So my memoir I had to write was about my first fight. and yes I hit a girl but I was a little kid and I have never done it since...





Every afternoon when the school bell rang to let us kids leave for the busses I knew that I was going to get picked on. Many people looked at me as an easy target to pick on. I was small and wimpy. Out of all the bullies there was one I feared most. Her name was bobby. I remember every day she would make fun of me. I would get called a retard, fag, loser Life on the bus sucked. Bobby would get off the bus when her stop came and as she would be getting off she would smack me right in the face. Kids would laugh and the bus driver just ignored the situation. I went home in tears every day. Dad told me not to be such a puss about it. Mom was enraged; I was her baby boy she felt like all she could do would be to call the school. Again they did nothing about it. They talked to bobby and told her to leave me alone. This only made situations worse. On top of being called names and being hit I was now the momma’s boy. One day Bobby hit me, she hit me in the face so hard that she left a red hand print on the side of my face. Again I came home that afternoon in tears. I cried hard to my mom and she told me to hit her back if she touched me again. This now caused an argument in the house. Dad told me never to hit a girl mom said hit her back don’t take any crap anymore. Even though I knew it was wrong to hit a girl I was starting to side with my mom. I mean I got picked on a lot, I was sick of it. The next day at school I remember I was very upset and in a real bad mood. The bell rang for us to go to the busses. I was so nervous; I thought to myself What If she hits me? What will I do? Should I listen to dad or should I listen to mom? Her stop came around the corner and my stomach was on the floor. To this day I will never forget Bobby leaning over her seat and saying to me, “ready to get hit?” I didn’t answer her I just stared at the back of my seat. Again she said “ready to get hit?” she stood up walked over to me and laid one right on my face. I was angry the people around me were laughing she laughed I was confused on what to do next. I was sick of being picked on I pushed my backpack off my lap stood up we were face to face, and I did it. My fist was doubled and I punched her right in the eye. I broke her glasses blacked her eye and cut her nose. My bus driver was very angry I got called to the front of the bus and she was yelling at me. Everyone saw what happened but of course no one was going to stick up for me. My bus driver knew that day after day Bobby would hit me and the one time I decided to hit back I got into trouble. I got my very first misconduct that day, when my bus driver gave me that slip I waded it up threw it back at her and walked off the bus with my head held high. Day after day I got back on that bus; there wasn’t a single kid that picked on me after that.This is a memoir I had to write. Is it good? bad? what is some advice on how to make this better.?
its really good, its a good thumbs up!!!!!!!!