What do I do?

Chapter 1

      "Good morning," my mother said as she turned on the old lights. Her footsteps creaked on the wooden floor. My blanket was tugged off and I yawned before getting up.

"Are you going to say good morning to me as well? Be polite," my mom told me.

       "Good morning, mom," I said whilst rolling my eyes and getting dressed. My mom banged the creaky door very hard, which was quite frankly, unnecessary. I ran downstairs to eat an average breakfast, then realized that it was Monday, the day in which my mom gave me my favorite waffles to keep me sane, as Monday is such a dreadful bad day. I sat in the only modern thing in our house (a white chair), which also stuck out in the house to the point where it made our house ugly.

       After I had had my syrup-drenched, delicious waffles, I ran outside to go to school, realized that I hadn't packed, ran back inside, and got packed. Once again I ran outside, slipping on the stairs before getting on the bus. When I got inside the bus I instantly tripped. Let me rephrase that, when I got inside the bus I instantly got tripped by the ring leader bully Gavin Galluzzo, but I like to call him Gavin Galoozer. I just wanted to be fine, not be bullied. Maybe one day I could become a person that helps stop bullying. 

     But I was just so tired of getting bullied. But as usual, I didn't respond and let everyone laugh at me. What was I supposed to do? I'm not like those kids in the movies who suddenly become very brave and very good fighters the moment they get angry. It's not like I'm strong.

       As I was contemplating life choices my best friend (not that I had any other friends) was getting on the bus, then obviously got tripped as well and even the smart kids began to laugh. And that's a big insult. By the way, my friend's name is Robert. He's also one of those kids that get bullied. So he ran back and sat down next to me.

        I knew that something was wrong. He seemed a bit scared but did not say anything. Looking back at this moment I feel like I should have asked what was wrong, but at the time I respected his privacy.

I shouldn't have.