I dragged myself out of bed when my alarm clock went off. Not because I was tired, but because I didn't want to go to school. How could you want to go to school when all you do is get bullied? I didn't understand how my life had become my own personal torture chamber. Everything was fine until one day that everything changed. Nothing was the same after that day.
Once I was done getting ready, I reluctantly headed to school. I hadn't even started my school day and I already wanted it to end. I really just wanted to know how today was going to go so I could mentally prepare myself for what was going to happen, but unfortunately, for me, that's not how life works. I would need to put on my best poker face and act strong until I was alone.
As I headed towards the entrance of the school, I already saw people turn their heads and whisper something to their friends. Not many kids hung out in the parking lot before class. The people who stayed in the parking lot were the smokers and potheads. The rest of the student body hung out by their lockers before the bell. Some even went as far as yelling across the parking lot, "You are so mean, Easy A. That kid didn't deserve to be hit." If that was how a few kids in the parking lot were reacting, then this school day was going to be horrible. The rumor that spread was that I was angry at my "friends" for calling me out on my self absorbed poster that I put out for everyone to see. With the anger bubbling in my blood, I took it out on the first person I saw and hit him.
Before entering the halls, I put on a blank face and slipped in my headphones. My ears didn't appreciate it, but it was the only way I could survive the day. If I couldn't hear their remarks then I could pretend that nothing was bring said as I passed. I braced myself for the hallways, but no matter how much I braced myself, nothing could prepare me for how bad the day was going to go.
Through out the school day, new names were being uttered. I got pushed into lockers, got shoved into people, and I even had a sign put on my back. There were cuts on my arms from people's nails. Wearing a sweatshirt would be my daily attire from this day forward. They weren't shy to dig their nails into my forearms as they shoved me. There were several bumps on my head from the metal lockers. I was the perfect height that when I got pushed into the lockers my temples hit the locks. Advil was my lifesaver. So many things ached that I was taking them every five hours.
The students had gotten very good at not having any teachers see what they were doing to me. They knew that our school was understaffed so there were rarely teachers in the halls. The teachers were overworked, which meant they didn't fully pay attention when they weren't teaching a class. In class, I would only get picked on when the teacher's backs were turned or when they walked out of the room. Never when the teachers were looking. Some had gotten caught, but the amounts of kids that had gotten caught were like three blades of grass in a lawn; they were insignificant compared to the whole student body.
With a month of being bullied you'd think I would have told by now, but my old friends threatened me not to tell. They said that they would tell everyone my secret and make sure that my life was even more of a living hell than it was now. A secret like mine in this town would cause chaos. Plus, who is going to believe me. I didn't have any solid evidence against them. The bruises that I wore could have been from anything. The teachers would never believe I was being bullied since they never saw it themselves. They would need to see it with their own two eyes before they believed me. If I did manage to tell a teacher and they didn't believe me then I would get bullied even more than I had been.
I tried to get to my classes as quickly as possible so I could get a seat by the window for my new class. I hated starting new classes, but it was mandatory to take health for half a year. Luckily, there was only one other kid in the class when I got there so I got to pick a seat by the window.
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Rainbow in the Darkness
Novela JuvenilAbigail's friends de-friended her in the previous months. Abigail is finding it hard to go to school. She is being bullied by her ex-friends whenever a teacher is not present, making it hard for her to walk to her classes. She results to hiding d...
