Over the summer holidays, I had put on weight, and so the kids started calling me fat as well and the other names, still, I had Miea.
When classes started I relished that It wasn't only the students,but the teachers as well, sure they weren't calling me fat, four eyes, etc. but they made sure to tell me that I was chubby, and that I needed to play more sport and join !n the games on tag during lunchtime, etc, etc.
I ran out of the school gates after school, for a month I would run to the safety of my mums car, and hide- far away from all the troubles at school.
For over three months mum tried to get me to talk about it, but I refused to tell her. And I wasn't crying any more, so she couldn't tell that there was still bullying. Finally, I cracked, I fessed up, I told mum what had happened, it was after school, on the last day of term 2. The day that the physical bullying started.
"Mummy." I said in barley a whisper. "I'm still getting bullied, and today one of the boys pushed me, and I fell over and hurt my knee."
"Oh darl, why didn't you tell me before?!" My mum asked.
I didn't say anything.
There was nothing else my mum could do.
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Genç KurguThis is a STORY about a girl who is bullied all through school, and isn't always at her strongest.. She eventually pulls through and achieves her dream of being a world known and lived singer.. Please read...
