The Worse First Day

Friday 13th of January

At first I thought it was all a joke, but now I know it is all real

It all started when to a brand new school half way through year 7 after my parents split up. It seemed like a great new school and I thought that making friends at my new school would be easy, could I be more incorrect.

Sarah (the girl I sat next to) seemed like a lovely girl at first but when I tried to talk to her and give her my phone number, she just turned and looked the other way. Each time this happened it made me feel more and more unwanted but I tried to persuade myself that only she would be like this.

Then when it got to lunch time I when around trying to find someone to call my friend however all the year 7's ether push me away or insulted me this was not where I wanted to be. I kept wishing that my parents hadn't split up and I was still at my old school .

I didn't know who to talk to my mum would be to busy; I didn't know any of the teachers and worst of all I had no friends.

Then right at the end of school as I was getting some stuff out of my locker a group of boys (probably year 10/11) came up behind me. They pulled me away from my locker (I had my only picture of my family before my parents broke up; all my textbooks and other personal items I thought would be safer here).

Half of the boys went over to my locker opened the door and started pulling all my stuff out; ripped up my textbooks; smashed my personal belonging that couldn't be replaced and worse of all ripped the photo of my family up. While they did this the rest of them pinned me up on some other lockers and hit me and hit me. They beat me until I was in so much pain I couldn't move.

Then the boys all ran off I tried to scream but they must have damaged my vocal cords cause nothing came out. I lay there for about half an hour until a teacher was walking hall and found me lying there. So she picked me and took me to the nurse's office. The nurse was in shock "What happened to you? It's 2 hours since the end of school!"

"I got beat up," I muttered, "they must have knocked me out." after I a said that I decided I shouldn't say anything else. The two if them both felt sorry for me therefore helped me with the stuff from my locker they replaced the textbooks and they asked about the other stuff I just replied "Irreplaceable." they tried to fix it but it didn't work. once they had tried to fix everything I just walked out and then 3 miles back home.

I don't think I can go back to that school ever I don't want to see any of they're horrid faces. I can't bare the thought of 5 years of school here. There is not 1 nice person who will be my friend not 1.