My Loving Bully. NOT!!!!

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by mjfever12

by mjfever12

Hello there. My name's Brianna Wilson. I go to school at Grimmson High School in Huntsville, Alabama. I wish I could say that that people don't bully me. BUT, they do.

Mostly by popular girls, and gust lil by boys. About 10 boys-

Marisa: Bria, are you listening
Brianna: yeah, I was totally
Marisa: then what was I saying
Brianna: uh...
Marisa: exactly

We just walked into school. I rushed to put my things away because I didn't want any popular girl coming up to m, saying mean things.

In Class

Marisa: come on
Brianna: where I thought we always sat in the middle of the class
Marisa: well not today

I let her drag me to the back of the room. Then walked in the person I NEVER wanted to see. Michael Jackson. He is one of the boys that bullies me. AND his stupid, wretched girlfriend London.

I pretended I didn't see them. Until......Michael walked up to the desk I was sitting in.

Michael: you're sitting in my seat, move
Brianna: um, I-I was sitting here

The next thing I knew, he pushed me out of the seat. I got up and ran out of the classroom.

The girls bathroom is my safe place. I always run here and lock the door and start crying. Like I'm doing now.

Marisa's POV

Marisa: why you always bullying her. What has she EVER done to you. HUH!

I stormed out of the classroom to find Brianna. Oh wait, I already know. In the girls bathroom.

Brianna's POV

Marisa: can you open this door.
Brianna: no, I'm going stay in here until the end of the day
Marisa: you are not. Now open up
Brianna: no
Marisa: ok, I have no choice but to climb under the door.
Brianna: ok, I'll open it

I open the door slowly and walk out.

Marisa: it's OK. One day you should stand up to those stupid bullies.
Brianna: I don't think I can
Marisa: yes you can, now come on we got to get to class

We walked back to class together she was blabbing on and on about me getting my hair done and get a new wardrobe.

I always wear my hair in these four pig tails that make me look like a 4 year old. And I always wear grey or black shirts, baggy pants, and tennis shoes.

Marisa: so do you want to go with me so you get a new wardrobe and your hair done
Brianna: sure
Marisa: ok, we're going this Saturday
Brianna: ok