As I was walking down to the lunchroom for lunch period, again I found people crowded against a locker. " What's going on?" I think. Then I realized I have half an hour for lunch, so I had time to spare. I heard voices coming from the crowd of people, and I walk over to see what is going on.
People. Tons of people. So many that I couldn't see what was going on, although it was easy enough to tell. This was the reason we moved: bullies.
I used to get bullied all the time. Back when I lived in Utah, everyone called me fat or said I was annoying. They wouldn't stop at nothing, so then we moved. I didn't think it was necessary moving to Idaho, but we did. And here I am now, hearing someone else get bullied.
Laughs filled my brain, and my first thought was, " Poor kid." Until I realized that he was trying to fight back with more fire, more trouble. He was trying to cause I fight.
After a quick glance through the crowd, I could see the bully and the the victim. The bully was tall, with blond hair and menacing eyes. The other person was smaller, but just as strong, with brown hair and blue- What? He's the person from math class!
I decide to eat my lunch, since there is no use in staying and watching a fight break down.
Last nights leftovers were chicken, salad, and grapes. Not the best combination, but I had what I could eat. To be honest, I didn't eat too much because everyone's words from my last school still echoed in my head at night.
" Fat."
" Chubby."
" Annoying."
" Stupid."
" Loser."
Who would've thought people could be so mean?
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A New Life
Любовные романыEveryone has someone. But not me. I'm Madison, and I've just moved to Idaho. No matter how hard I try, it's impossible for me to make friends and I always seem to find myself screaming, trying to figure out what's wrong with me. Is there hope for an...
