A day in the life of..

A day in the life of a bully

I woke up and got dressed. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mum, drunk and asleep on the floor. I sighed and picked her up, putting her on the chair. She was covered in bruises. She must have fought with Dad again. I skirted some water on her face, waking her up. She was tired and hurt, so I helped her to her bed.

I had been to busy caring for Mum that I hadn't done my homework, or studied for the test today. I just patched up my mum, quickly packed my bag and left without breakfast. I was late for school.

When I got there, I saw Helen. She was so much prettier and smarter than me. She looked beautiful and well dressed. I looked at myself. I was hideous. I wanted her to feel what I felt, I wanted to make her feel sad. So I pushed her to the ground and kicked her in the gut. I called her ugly and stupid and fat, all the things people used to call me.

I left her crying. In some way it made me feel better, happier. I met up with my friends and they started saying mean things about some one. I quite liked this person but I didn't want to be left out, so I started bagging her too.

The whole day went as it always did. I got three relocations, flunked the test and got a detention.

I went home to find my mum cleaning and my dad sitting down, reading the paper. He saw me come in. He asked me what I got on my test, I told him and he slapped me across the face. I went to bed with no tea as a punishment. But I couldn't sleep because I could hear my mum and dad arguing for hours. I didn't get much sleep that night.