The Big Mistake

 The Big Mistake

Chapter 1

There I stood at the door not knowing what was going to happen.

                                                 Polly's POV.

There I was, laying in bed crying and waiting for the day to break my spirit even more. I didn't know what was going to happen or what was anyone going to do to me, I was just sitting there in the dull moment I was permanently in. I had to get ready to go to school but I was tempted to say I was sick. No-one would listen to me though and they wouldn't care about what I had to say either. In the end I had to go to school but I'm not looking forward to it; I always get bullied. The bright side of going to school is that I can see Liam all the way though all my classes. He is so cute but he'll never like me that way. I don't think he even wants to think about that. Sadly we are just good friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~6 hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I walked home it occurred to me; there is a creepy old man following me all the way home. I realised who he was when he started wacking me with a pointy stick that he had picked up, my big mistake was that I didn't run, didn't call, didn't scream, I just walked. My eyes welled up in pain, I didn't know what was coming next. He threw away the stick pushed me to the ground. I tried to pull myself off the floor but he wouldn't let me. I remember my keys that I had in my pocket. I pull them out and stab the man, probably not leaving more than a scratch. He doubled over in pain and I crawled though his legs. I managed to get to my door before he even realised that I was gone. I ran inside and slammed the door behind me. When my mum got home she saw all the cuts on my face and wondered what had happened. I didn't really what her to know because I didn't think that she would care but I was wrong. She said that she knows how I feel. I really don't agree with her but then she said she always got bullied in school. I get bullied outside of school as well though; this morning was a good example. People said stuff, threw stuff, the usual but it just seemed different somehow. I can't really explain.

When I had finished talking to my mum, that evening, I go upstairs to find that the man was throwing stones at my window. I called mum but she was to busy to come up here. I felt more lonely than ever before. Then suddenly he through a stone and it went though my window and a peice of glass flew through the air and stabbed me on my arm. i stood there with of blood pouring out of my veins. When I take a deep breath and the pain goes away. I lay on my bed and suddenly I felt different. Like a weight had been lifted off my back.

When I went to school the next day I wasn't harrassed. I was left alone (I was so greateful). My best friend Liam was by his locker, as I walked past, the girls who always bullied me were on the other side of the hall. I thought they were planning to bully me but they walked away. Me and Liam both wonder what's going on. I told him that when I walked into school no-on That not an living soul was irratating me. What was bothering me, was that he was wondering what could of changed their minds...