The Bully

I was curious about the bully of my childhood. He was the kid who pulled out chair as I went to sit at my desk in first grade. I fell backwards smacking my head on the cast iron radiator. I had an egg on my head and went to the the nurse's office. He did this a few more times throughout the year. I wondered what ever happened to him. I started googling. He was dead. Someone had pulled the chair out from under him.