'You think you're so smart huh?' He makes a face, trying to intimidate me. 'The tongue-twisted turd thinks he's so much like an uh uh...' Abigale stands in the blink of an eye. 'What's wrong, John, A loss for words? I have some words for you, get a life, you thug.' Abigale whispers 'Even Picasso would struggle to paint your best side.' John's cheeks turn bright red. 'What did you just say?' Abigale blurts out, 'I SAID, EVEN PICASSO WOULD STRUGGLE TO PAINT YOUR BEST SIDE!' John sits there defeated. 'YOU DON'T HAVE ONE!' I look into Abigail's eyes, surprised by her anger, a- and, demeaning ability. It- It was cool!
Her courage in standing up to John made me realize the strength of her character, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her. John's retreat leaves behind a palpable sense of relief. Abigale's fearless defense shields me from his bullying and also ignites a spark within me. Her audacity serves as a beacon of solidarity, reminding me that I'm not alone in facing my challenges. With a renewed sense of confidence, I gather my belongings, profoundly grateful for Abigale's unexpected support. In her courage, I find assurance that no matter the obstacles ahead, I won't confront them solitary.
As the tension in the classroom eases with John's departure, the teacher steps forward, her expression stern yet compassionate. She addresses the class with a firm voice, 'Bullying will not be tolerated in this classroom.' Her words resonate with authority, sending a clear message that such behavior will face consequences. Then, turning her attention to Abigale and me, she offers a supportive nod, silently acknowledging our ordeal. In that moment, I then realized that the adults in my life are not blind to the challenges I face and that they stand ready to ensure my safety and well-being. With a renewed sense of trust, I return my focus to the lesson, grateful for the intervention that has restored a sense of security in the classroom. As the teacher continues with the lesson, I find myself reassured by her actions, knowing that I'm not alone in facing the struggles of adolescence.
After the teacher addresses the bullying incident, a sense of calm gradually returns to the classroom. With the bell signaling the end of the lesson, I gather my belongings, a mix of emotions swirling within me—relief, gratitude, and newfound resilience. Abigale and I exchange a meaningful glance, silently acknowledging the bond forged through adversity. Exiting the classroom, I carry with me the assurance that amidst challenges, there are allies like Abigale and supportive figures like the teacher, ready to stand by my side. With each step forward, I am reminded that despite the obstacles ahead, I am not alone on this journey.
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Silent
RomanceThis story is about a person who is not able to speak due to a rare sickness called Aphasia, diagnosed weeks after a head injury at school, given by bullies. Can Nathan survive middle school with this inability? (for ages 13-18, little, mild swearin...
