The whispers

Chapter 1,Elementary school: Third Grade

I hear them. I hear them talking and whispering. The hurt and sadness of their words fill me. I try to keep my head held high, as daddy always tells me. It's lunch time and I have my pink lunch box with me. I look around my classroom, looking to sit with someone. I go up to a group of my classmates, who are sitting with their desk together. I ask them if I could sit with them. They reply with "no there isn't enough room." But I see there is a enough room. There's always enough room. So without making a face at them, I march myself to my desk and sit down. Outside time comes and we run out the door. I walk slow because I know what's coming next. As I slowly walked to the play ground, I suddenly stopped to look at which teachers are watching us play. Good, the ones I like are watching us. Like any other day, I make my way to the swings. I love to swing. I feel free. I feel free as a bird, that is until a gang of fourth grade girls and one of my classmates show up . They tell me "get off the swings freak." one says. "Yea you don't belong on there." Another says. At first I ignore them as my counselor told me to do, but then things go south and they try to get me off by grabbing the swing and pulling me off. I fall off the swing and land on the grass. One of fourth grade girls starts throwing pebbles from the near by river we have close to the swing set at my ankles. "Please stop" I try to say as I quickly try to get up and walk away. Suddenly they stop, which gives me a enough time to get up and run as fast as I can to the other side of the play ground. I find an old picnic table and sit. As I sit, I look at one of my ankles. From my ankle to almost to my knee there are small bruises forming. I start to cry. But then I suddenly think back to what my mom always tells me. "Have courage and be kind." One of the good teachers, who is on duty walks by and sees my legs. Mrs.Usilton *one of the good teachers* takes me to the nurses office for some ice packs.