September 10, 2013

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Dear friend,

     I do not like secondary school.  The cafeteria is called the "Nutrition Center," which is very strange.  There is this one girl in my advanced english class named Ashlie.  In Primary School, Ashlie was very fun to be around.  But over the summer she changed a lot. Now, she acts a lot dumber in the hallways, especially when boys are around.  And I think it's sad because Ashlie doesn't look as happy.  To tell you the truth, she doesn't like to admit she's in the advanced english class, and she doesn't like to say "hi" to me in the hall anymore.

     I keep quiet most of the time, and only one kid named Richly really seemed to notice me.  He waited for me after gym class and said really immature things like how he was going to give me a "swirlie," which is where someone sticks your head in the toilet and flushes to make your hair swirl around.  He seemed pretty unhappy as well, and I told him so.  Then, he got mad and started hitting me.  I started crying.  And my step mum had to come and drive me home.  I got called to the office, the next day but I didn't get suspended or anything because someone told The Principal the truth about the fight.

     "Richly started it.  He was the one hurting Daniel.  Daniel didn't do anything at all to defend himself.  He just let it happen"

    I just don't understand why Richly wanted to hurt me.  I didn't do anything to him.  I am very small.  So I guess Richly thought I would be an easy target.

     Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I always have my head down, and I’m the one who couldn't stop crying after Richly hurt me.  I guess I'm pretty emotional.

     It has been very lonely because I don’t really see my best friend Anna anymore.  She goes to a different secondary school.  I have a really hard time making friends, I feel very alone at school.  But I’m going to try really hard to get perfect scores this year in all my classes.

     So, that's what I'm doing until I meet a friend here.  I was hoping that the kid who told the truth about Richly could become a friend of mine, but I think he was just being a good guy by telling.  He won’t look at me when wave at him.

     Love always,

     Daniel

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