If that wasn’t bad enough I was being bullied on a daily basis, at school which really made me not want to go to school. That much more, I hated school. Then a few years later I am fifteen at this point, I am attending Conniston Middle School, and it is 2nd period and it’s about to be 3rd and I am in English class, we have a sub because our teacher called in sick. The ironic part is that we had a teacher that only knew a couple words in English, (well, words that were able to be understood). And the bell rings and as we are all gathering our stuff I am standing beside my desk like I do every day and then I feel this hard hit at my lower back and it was sharp and quick. I look behind me and there was only one boy directly behind me and he has soccer cleats on, and they are not the plastic ones they are the metal ones, I turn acting like it might had been just an accident, I go back to finishing up packing up my stuff. Then a few seconds later another hit to the same spot, all the while the substitute teacher is sitting there watching not doing a thing. Well, I was always told if I had any problems to go to the principal’s office and something will be done. Not at this school, I walk from the portables to the first main building which is like a block and a half of mazes and finally make it there just to be told “I am sorry, we are to busy go back to class.” So, I walked all the way back to the portables, just for my teacher to not let me in telling me I was late and that the only way I was getting in is with having a detention slip, other than that I was S.O.L. as some would say. So my second trip to the principal’s office for a detention slip, and I receive it and yet again head back out to the portables, the worst part about it I am in pain having just been injured not even 15 minutes ago, and having to carry my 15-20 pound back-pack around back and forth in the dead heat of the day. I would say the temperature is in the upper 90’s. I hand the slip to the teacher for her to sign and hand back to me. She really doesn’t look very happy. I am the kind of kid that is never late; actually I am usually the first one here. I have fun trying to catch up on the notes that I had missed in the few minutes I was not there, trying to get my work done trying my damnedest to try to keep my mind off my throbbing lower back. Which is a job in itself. That’s just to say the least. Well, finally the bell has rung and the school day is over, now to rush to the bus. Just to find out that the bus hasn’t made it, and that it will be late. Great, as if my day wasn’t going bad enough already. Well about forty-five minutes to an hour later the bus finally arrives the doors to it open and the vultures of students attack trying to get the seat they want which boots me to have no seat at all, I have to share with someone, and big shocker, no one on my bus likes me at all. I am really hurting, I am hot and sweaty from the heat and even the shade doesn’t help, if anything its worse.
