Killed by words

School of hell

I would like to tell you a bit about my weird self. My name is Kady Wilson. I'm one of those easy target spoffs in school that you see get pushed into lockers, but you don't help just in case they do the same to you and you wouldn't want that, would you? I'm only 15 years old and you will probably find me spending my days doing school work as I don't have any friends, infact I don't have anyone.

I scurried inside school without making eye contact. I just wanted to have one day were I didn't get hit or abused for the way I dressed or the way my hair wasn't exactly as shiny as everyone else's. Or the fact that my shoes didn't cost £60 but instead were hand-me-downs from my elder relatives. The first lesson I had today was history. I enjoyed this lessons cause you can see how much this world has changed. We no longer had wars, the black plaque, great depression etc but instead we had selfish people who only cared about social status. I mean sure we had cars and other sort of traveling transport such as planes and trains. We now have a form of light which can shine up a while room but are we any happier? We no longer talk face to face but instead we hide behind a small screens which makes our eyes strain as we scroll with our fingers through social media.

The lesson started. As the teacher began the register to see who was in or who was either ill or bunking I heard a sound behind me. They were talking in a low quiet voice but just  loud enough so I can hear them. It was like they were inviting me to hear their conversation. I listened closely, I knew it. They were talking about me. I held me breath making the scream that I wanted to let out stay hidden so I didn't get into trouble. I didn't know their names. I'm sure they were one of Ivy's friends but who knows, I seemed to be an easy target for everyone these days. After a few minutes of them talking about how short I was and how my dull brown eyes made me look dead instead they got reprimanded by the teacher. She stood Infront of the class folding her arms with an angry face that scolded the kids behind me. I liked my history teacher.

Her name was Mrs Bennett, she was the only one who seemed to care for others. She even tried to complain to the head teacher about how some kids were picking on me but that didn't do any good. They just got worse, they punched me harder and used more painful words against me. After the lesson, Mrs Bennett asked me if everything was alright were I kindly responded with "yes, why wouldn't I be?" and I smiled as I walked off. Of course it was a fake smile but I really did try and act happy like these things didn't bother me, but they did.

I strolled down the hallway dreading for the next lesson which was science. I mean I didn't mind the subject all though I wasn't any good at it. It's just I was unfortunately in Ivy's class which clearly shows how bad I was at the subject.

"Hey, look it's the ugly, trashy, bitch" a voice behind me screamed in a high pitched tone.

I held my head down knowing that the comment was aimed at me.

Of course, it was Ivy's friend, Courtney. She wasn't as bad as ivy but she could be cruel when she wanted to be. She sped down the corridor as I tried to get to the bathroom so I could hide. Please don't punch me, I thought in fear as tears formed up in my eyes.

I slammed the toilet stall door shut and held my eyes closed wishing this pleading situation would just disappear. I heard the door open as the cold air blew as the door shut back closed. There was more voices this time. It wasn't just Courtney but instead there was a gang of them. I only recognised two which were Courtney and ivy. All of a sudden I smelt a laden smell. I grabbed my bag to protect my head knowing what they were about to do. They through trash over the stall.

"Here's for being so trashy" ivy said while giggling with the others.

I didn't make a sound. I waited a good 5 minutes after they left before running out of the bathroom with tears falling down my delicate face creating a water fall. I couldn't take this no longer. Luckily most of the dirt came off of me but you could still smell the reeking stench that followed me. I felt eyes staring at me, judging every move I made. I ran out the building still crying and rang up my brother charli to come pick me up. It took him a while but he finally agreed.

The car arrived.

"Heyy" Charli said, trying to make the mood less awkward.

I didn't answer. I just sat there fiddling my fingers. He asked multiple times if I was okay but I couldn't speak, I was having a panic attack. I've had many before but they weren't as bad as this.

After reaching my house Charli promised that he wouldn't tell my mum as he drove away back to his collage. His collage was only 10 minutes away so he didn't miss much. I sprinted into the house up into my bedroom where I pushed my face against the pillow.

"I wish ivy would just die and leave me alone" I screamed at the top of my lungs in complete anger. I can't remember much of what happened after that as I dose off.