"Awwww, did the little girl fall over?!" They sneered nastily, "Don't worry we'll help you up!" They picked me up and threw me in a wet and muddy puddle, then they ran away and left me there, crying, my tears making pale stripes down my muddy face.
The truth is, I am a care kid, and there's nothing I can do about it, my mum died when I was younger, and my dad, well, he couldn't look after me on his own so he sent me to a children's home help and ran away. Every night I used to cry and wet the bed-without fail. The kids hated me and the CARE workers didn't CARE.
At school I didn't have any friends and the teachers hated me, whenever we were asked to go in pairs, you would catch me crying in the corner of the classroom, with my eyes sore and red from crying, wet patches on my jeans, then they would gather around me and chant, "hey, come and see this, Cry-babies wet herself!" then everyone would have gathered around me and would be chanting, "cry-babies wet herself, cry-babies wet herself!" I felt like I was falling down a long hole falling, it would never stop...
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Bullying
Mystery / ThrillerA girl is bullied and bullied until a fire reaps through the care home she lives in, suddenly, she is in a coma in hospital. Will she wake up or will she die?
