Looking from the Outside In

Casey

The day at school had been yet another misery. This time the girls teased me about my brother, about how he can't do anything and should be put in a mental asylum. I am very protective of my 11 year old brother, this is mainly because he has a disability that I don't particularly like to think. This causes both me and my brother teasing, although he doesn't know that they are insulting him I sometimes see him being criticised by classmates. The things they say just makes me sick.

I am glad there is no one to talk to on the way home from school today. If Marissa was here walking beside me she would be continually asking me what was wrong when I don't want to talk. It would make her worried so I am glad she is not here right now. I finally arrive at my door to find my mum standing in the door way. I rush past her to my room where I can be alone.

" Honey, won't you give your mother even a hello when you come home? " my shouts at me from the front door but I ignore her and slam the door to my room beside me. It's at times like this when I come home from a day of misery when I think of Adam. Thinking of him reminds me of why I put up with all the bullying. If I left the school it would be a great relief but it would also mean the loss of Adam. I am at times so tempted to tell my mum what is happening but I know if I did she would move me to another school without asking me if I wanted to stay.

I sit down on my bed glancing around the room. My bed is at the very edge of my room with my dresser opposite and desk next to that. My clothes are scattered all over the room with my corkboard a great jumble of papers.