I was continued to be bullied by these same people.
That new girl from last year started to be friendly at first, but then the exact same thing happened again. The messages, the rude things whispered, the giggling. Then I had break downs, and I'm still sad. The betrayal, it just hurts.
I told my band teacher again, because we have known each other for a long time, and he's a very compassionate person. I told him before our class came in, and he told me advice, "If I didn't make wrong decisions, I wouldn't be here today", and he encouraged me how strong I really am, and how I'm bigger than them, and I can stand up to more than they can allow. That day we were in the lab arranging music for our entire band class, and my music/band teacher clearly felt bad about what I go through, and he treated me like a princess for an hour.
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Broken (A Short Story)
General FictionTwo people, two different souls, with minds that think alike. My band teacher, and I are good friends for ten years this year. We joke around like siblings, but act like mature colleagues, however things are changing for next year, and it's very t...
