Chapter 4: Bullies

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My mom had a long talk with me after she caught me. I can't remember what she said, except for one word, faith. Just like she told me when I was five, to keep faith. I had made her that promise three years ago and I had to keep that promise, no matter what.

The next day at school was horrible. At lunch, I wanted to sit with Jimmy because I knew if someone could cheer me up, it be him. I walk over to the table me and him been sitting at since kindergarten, to see that it's filled with popular kids, including Jimmy. "Hey Uni! Come and sit down I saved a seat right here!" Jimmy yelled and patted the seat right next to him, but then Brittany Hill, my bully, sat that spot and kisses Jimmy on the cheek. She only did that she knew it would upset me, and it did very much. "Sorry geek, this seat is taken." Brittany uttered and stuck her tongue out at me. I walked over to the seat and said "Get up Brittany! Jimmy saved that seat for me!" and she rose up her seat and got straight in my face "What you gonna do about it you four eyed crybaby!" said she and she pushed straight to the ground and all my food spilled on me. Everyone in the lunch room pointed and laughed at me, which drove me to tears, "Haha! Look at the crybaby cry!" she laughed along with many other kids. The only one that wasn't laughing was Jimmy, I knew he wanted to help me up but if he did he'll be teased along with me. I ran out of the lunch and room and a fit of tears and waited for three o'clock to role around.

When I got home that day, I don't know why but I went to my father to get advice from him. Stupid idea but I didn't know better at eight years old. "Daddy, I'm being picked on at school. What do I do?" I asked him, and he turned and gave me a look if pure disgust. "Stop being a stupid bitch and suck it up. You always whine to damn much. Always givin' me a fucking migraine jeez. Now get the fuck out my room for a beat the shit out you!" he yelled and I ran out of his room. I couldn't believe I'm not liked at school and I'm not liked at school. Where is a place that is right for me? Then I came to the conclusion...that there is no place right for me...

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