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I walked down the school halls, trying to hurry to pack my book bag and get home. I stopped for a second, readjusting my books. When I tried to start walking again I tripped over the long,pale leg of Marssy McConn.  I fell awkwardly to my knees, my books and papers everywhere.  I tried to collect my things, but Marssy and her entourage of girls were slowly sauntering over to me as I fumbled to get all my binders secure in my arms. Marssy knelt down in front of me as the other five surrounded me.  Oh no.

“What class did you have last, Delores?” She asked, tilting the top of my math binder towards herself.  “Math, lame.” She suddenly jerked it forward, pushing down on my other books and sending them all to the floor.  “Oops!”  This earned a laugh from every other girl in the group.  She smirked at me.

The girl behind me put her hands on either side of my head, turning it towards Jackson, the most popular boy in school.

“Look!  It’s your crush!”  she said much louder than necessary.  I blushed and returned to trying to gather my books. yet another girl mercilessly yanked the hairband out of my hair. I fought back the stinging behind my eyes as pain pounded in the back of my skull. My red curls fell down and got all in my face.  

“Why wear your hair up?  It looks rachet no matter how you mess with it!” I had finally gotten my things and was stumbling up when one blonde girl yanked my sleeve back to expose self-harm scars.  She threw her head back and laughed as Marssy instructed two girls to carry my books. The blonde grabbed my jacket zipper and tugged it down, grabbing my jacket and swung it around by her side.  Marks covered my flesh. When I tried to get away a girl with dyed purple hair came and grabbed my other arm.  Together they dragged me down the hall, hollering “We’ve got ourselves an emo cutter! Loser alert!” crowds of people pointed and laughed at me.  the blonde tied a loose noose with my jacket arms, slipping it over my head.

“Feeling happy?  Do you wish to die, you pitiful thing?”  The purple haired girl pulled me roughly away from the blonde, throwing me down to the ground in front of the back door.  The two girls carrying my books caught up with us.  They took my books and threw them at me.  I quickly ripped the jacket from my neck.  I clumsily put it back on as a mob of students crowded around me.

Tears started pouring from my eyes.  This only earned me a bunch of pouting lips and mocking faces. I backed up away from them until my back was on the cool metal door behind. me.  I made my decision then.  I turned halfway around, pushing open the heavy metal door and running down the huge cement steps behind the school.  many of the students held the doors open, laughing at me as I ran away. I even heard one kid yell, “You’re just a contraption! A badly put together, dangerous, useless thing!”

I was soon confronted by the large, metal wire fence at the end of the field.  I stuck the toe of one foot in a hole about a foot up from the ground.  I quickly stuck my feet into new holes and jumped over the fence.  As soon as I hit the ground on the other side I felt a stinging, pressured feeling in my ankles.  I ran into the woods anyway.  my first few steps were a bit slow and unstable, but I was soon running at a fast pace.  Cold fall air passed swiftly against my cheeks. Low hanging branches whipped my face and got stuck in my hair. My beanie got got on a tree once but I got it off with only minor difficulty. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision.  The trees that had been just blurs themselves as I ran were now faint lines of colors.

Eventually I got very tired, and threw myself at the base of a tree. I hit the ground with a thud, my limbs scattered haphazardly on the brown carpet of leaves over the hard ground.  I slowly heaved myself up to a sitting position with my back against the tree. my breaths came out ragged and quick.  My lungs expanded as much as they could, trying to take in the chilly oxygen that burned my nose.  I was cold, and lost, and a bit hungry. At least I was away from the kids at school.

 

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Over 3.2 million kids get bullied every year, and around 1 million kids run away each year in the United States.  This story goes out to the kids who have been a victim of bullying, to the kids who have runaway, to the kids who ran away because of bullying, and to the families who have lost a loved one for any of the above reasons. May these children find happiness.

Statistics found here:

http://www.dosomething.org/tipsandtools/11-facts-about-school-bullying#

http://www.1800runaway.org/faq/#18