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Carmel Smalls

For the two weeks suspension I was grounded. I tried to tell them about my wrist but they ignored me and it was getting worse. It was swelling up. I needed to see a doctor.

Calum was on some trip thing for three weeks so I couldn't show him and when Kiki saw my wrist she started crying. She told Mom and Dad but they just gave out to me for putting her up to it.

Through the suspension I also didn't have my phone or iPad so I couldn't talk to anyone. Which meant the rumours spread by Carmen would be in full swing.

Kiki was sent home in disgrace everyday for a whole week. On Monday she bit two teachers. On Tuesday she swore at a teacher. On Wednesday she threw her books at a student. On Thursday she scribbled all over the school walls. On Friday she started throwing herself against the wall. But no one saw that. They only saw the wall afterwards. So they thought she was vandalising, as loads of posters had fallen down.

"Why would you do any of those things Kiki?" I asked her on Friday night.
"I d..don't know..a.and I can't tell you!" She said bursting into tears.
"What? Why not? Come on sisters share everything." I said giving her a cuddle.
"If I tell you...they will do..i..it" she said between sobs.
"Do what? Who's they? Come on Kiki I won't tell anyone. How are they going to find out?"
"True." She sniffed.
"Okay so come on."
"Well on the first day of school Mommy and Daddy couldn't bring me because of Amelia in hospital again so I was really sad and when I saw a girl boasting about her parents and saying how they were better than mine so I hit her and knocked her to the ground. Everyone laughed at her because she had never been beat up before. No teachers saw and when the girl got up all the children other than the ones in her gang ran away. The gang has been bullying me since. They force me to do stuff because otherwise they beat me up, vandalise my stuff, lock me in the cupboard in the dark or play tricks on me like hiding my homework or leaving letters for the teacher under my name that are rude. And if I tell they told me that they would kill me." She cried.
"That's terrible! You need to tell a teacher or Mom or Dad!"
"NOOOO!" She screamed.
"Plus as well as all that, a lot of the stuff I do is down to me."
"Huh?"
"Well no one told me to run into a wall, swear at someone, throw books at someone or bite any teachers. I did them because if no one is going to see the good me why should I still try to be good?" She said, crying louder. I stared at her. She had problems like me. "Who's this girl?"
"Carmel Smalls."