I walked back to my class, and packed up. It was time to leave to go to the next period; Math. I got all of my stuff out of my locker; slamming the door shut, and then I left as my fellow classmates joked about me. As I was walking down the hall to Math, a person pushed me against the lockers, shouting at my fear and cowardness. He laughed and slammed my head against the lockers when I decided I had enough. I flipped backwards, pushed him into the locker, and hit him in the face.
"It was only a joke... stop!" The person said as I screamed as loud as I could,
"No! She-- She was my friend! Don't you dare tell me anything about her, or me, or anyone. She died because of you." I said, running away while the rest of the school finally understood that they all had bullied us enough to cause a death.
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Bully
Teen FictionWhat would you feel like being bullied every second? How would you like to lose your social life over a silly thing you did in the past? That is what happened to Ally, a 7th grader in Chicago. UPDATE: AMAZING! I never knew that one day, I would...
