Bre’s P.O.V.
“I’m home!” I call as a slam the front door behind me
My mum comes in and hugs me, “How was your day then?”
“Oh, you know, school is school” I sigh as I take my long curly blonde hair out of the hair band.
She smiles at me, sympathetically.
“Aren’t you boiling?” she asks, trying to take of my jacket.
“No, no” I hesitate, pulling it back on, “I’ll be upstairs, yeah? Got homework and stuff”
My mum raises her eyebrows and goes back to the kitchen, “Okay, then!” I hear her say as I head towards the stairs, “Do you want anything? You hungry?”
“I’m fine, mum! Really…” I sigh and head to my room.
I throw my bag onto the floor of my bedroom in anger and scream into my pillow.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore, all of the anger inside of me; I had to let it out.
I throw all of the books off my shelf, push all the work of my desk and throw clothes out of the window, into the back garden.
I pull down my posters, ripping them into tiny pieces with frustration.
I scream again and throw myself onto the bed.
“Bre??? Bre???” I hear my mum panicking as she flies up the stairs and opens my door, “Bre, what are you doing?”
She looks around my room, seeing the mess; I see a tear falling down her cheek.
I open my mouth but no words come out.
She closes the door, “Please tell me?”
I blink back the tears, I can’t keep it in anymore, and it’s about time I told someone.
“Listen, mum” I begin, sitting down on my bed, “Please, don’t get to upset, I can handle this, but are you sure you want me to tell you?”
She nods, sitting down next to me.
“Things have been happening at school” I look up at her, “Bad things…”
“Bre…” she begins.
“Let me finish, mum..”
She nods, “Sorry..”
“There is a group of girls, they tease me, make fun of me, call me names… they bully me.”
I stand up, all the anger kicking in again. I start punching the wall.
“Stop, Bre!” My mum says, pulling me back to the bed, “Just calm down!”
I force myself out of her arms, “HOW am I supposed to be calm??? Sometimes, I regret even getting out of bed in the morning, leaving the house, walking through the school gates, sitting at a desk. EVERYTHING, MUM! I can’t go through ONE single day without being made fun of!”
“Shhhh” my mum says, hugging me, “Don’t pay attention to it, okay? Promise me that?”
“Okay, mum” I nod.
"Good!” she smiles, jumping up, “Ice cream? I think we need some ice cream!”
I roll my eyes, “Fine! Come on then!”
We both run downstairs and into the kitchen.
My mum opens the freezer, “Mmm, chocolate or vanilla?”
“Decisions, decisions…”
“Chocolate it is then!”
We both eat our ice cream in silence.
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My mum puts the spoon down and looks at me, with concern, “You really don’t seem alright, Bre… Are you sure that you’re okay?”
“I’m not okay” I sigh “but I’ll live…”
My mum still looks worried, “You sure you don’t want me to go and talk to the headmaster about it? I’m sure he can help”
“No, mum! Please don’t!” I beg, “It’ll only make it worse!”
“You just threw an anger fit earlier upstairs, your room is an absolute mess, I think you could do with a bit of help!”
“I don’t need any help, mum!” I push my chair back and it falls over, “If you go and talk to the headmaster about it, they will only bully me more, is that what you want???”
I throw the bowl of ice cream on the floor, it smashes into a million pieces, ice cream flying everywhere
I pause, what did I just say? What did I just do?
My mum is trying to help me and I was just rude to her, wow, way to go, Bre. The only person who actually liked me and I was just rude to her.
“I’m sorry, mu-“
She cuts me off this time, “No, I get it… I wont interfere, for now… If things get worse, promise you’ll tell me?”
“Yeah, promise”
