First day back to secondary school and it started off pretty ok I wish I could never live the situation again.
So, I was coming into school walking to my locker beside my locker was a lad I always liked I don’t think he knows and hopefully never finds out or I am dead by the girls.
I don’t have many friends. I get bullied a lot by nearly everyone in my class and I don’t know what to do they have been throwing pens while I’m not looking, calling me names to my face. One day they even slashed my bag!
I’ve told no one in case something happens. It will probably get worse. I want to stand up to them but I think that will never happen.
Anyways, today was the worse day of my life!
I got to school then the bulling started. I try ignoring it its hard though to ignore it they rub it your face.
I find it hard to tell anyone because I’m afraid something bad happens. No one knows.
A few weeks ago I started cutting. It doesn’t take the pain away but it’s worth it. I feel the blade touching my wrist and then dragging it down. I take the blade away, blood is dripping.
I hear my mother banging on the door shouting my name telling me to open the door. I clean the blood off my bedroom floor, hid the evidence and put on a jumper. I walked up to the door before I opened it I stopped, I dried my tears. I opened the door my mother walked in and gave me a hug and told me to sit down. She said to me we were moving to a little town in the midlands. My mother walked out of the room. My older sister walked in and she heard what was going on in school. She pulled my sleeve up she saw my scars. I could feel a tear falling down my face. She made me tell her everything that was going on while she was helping me pack. We were moving within two weeks. She told me that I was never alone and if I wanted to talk to come to her.
She walked out of the room. I lay on my bed thinking of what to do. I cried the night away. I think I’m tearless now.
I stayed up all night looking at my blade that was now across the room. I was tempted to pick it up and cut.
I went to school the next morning. I went home early due to the bullying. My mother finally found out I was getting bullied. She told my older brother so they wouldn’t stop asking me questions.
Two weeks later and we have moved to the little town in the midlands. It’s a lovely town and there are nice people here. I live out the road from my new school. The estate I now live in is big and there are some nice people her too.
My sister and brother have made friends already.
I have started 2nd year in my new school; some of them are nice here I guess.
I’ve made a few friends but some people hate me and the bulling has started again.
Worst thing about the bulling is my sister is in the same school so is my brother.
I’m afraid they will see me being bullied and do something about it. But then again it’s a good thing because I won’t be bullied anymore, I hope.
School is over; my sister and my brother were at study so I was left to walk home on my own. They were waiting for me at the gates of the school. I was afraid to walk out on my own. One of my very few friends walked out with me. We walked past them. One of them pulled a pen knife from his pocket and flicked the knife open and he walked over to me and slashed my bag. My books fell out of my bag all over the ground. I bent down picking up my books the boy was standing near my books laughing at me I could feel a tear falling down my face. Then I heard a familiar voice, it was my brother. He started to yell at them and they ran off. He helped me pick up my books and told me to tell him if anyone was at me and I told him everything.
I went home and I ran up to my room and I grabbed the blade, tears gushing down my face. I whispered I’m sorry. I locked my bedroom door. I felt the blade touching my skin. I put the blade in deeper. I cried. I saw the blood dripping onto the floor. My sister heard me crying. She tried opening the door. She got a key and she opened it she saw the blood in the floor. She saw me in the corner crying. She ran over to me. She hugged me while she was crying. My brother walked in.
He was angry.
I came into school the next day. I saw my brother coming up near my locker. He saw me being pushed around. He pushed them off me and started pushing them around. A teacher saw them and my brother had got in trouble and he got suspended for 3 days for hitting people younger than him even though he was just sticking up for me.
When I went home I ran upstairs to my brother’s room. I told him I was sorry for getting him suspended. He said it was alright and that the next time he sees him… I interrupted him with a hug. I whispered thank you. He hugged me back.
