BULLIES
My life used to be perfect the best life any one could have, we didn’t have a lot of money so we couldn’t afford much but it was great, a great life with kind and caring friends a loving family and then it started to slowly crumble around me, imagine the tallest sky scraper and keep that image in your head though out this story.
My second year of primary school is where it starts to crumble there was some people that I thought were my friends and turned out to be you know bullies. Grade two wasn’t that bad it was just name calling and knocking things over on to me but at that age it was like murdering your family and then there was like a let’s say a small break in grade three were I thought it was all good and we were all friends again but then came grade four it was like hell, ok that well that was sort of over exaggerating but not really they would get me in trouble for doing nothing like bad trouble like detention trouble, they would through things at me they would swear at me, they made every one turn against me I would come home with bruises all down my legs and arms and on my stomach and back from them hitting me and punching me and pushing me, I had cuts all over my legs form them tripping me it was hard to not stand up for myself it may not seem bad but it just made it worse when I went to the teachers for help and they didn’t even care, it’s not like they just didn’t do anything they literally said it to my face “we don’t care go figure it out your selves”.
After a couple of months of that continuing and getting more violent as time went on they were finding new ways to torcher me, it went from being verbally to emotionally to mentally to physically to cyber (that sky scraper just had the whole top fall off) I thought my life couldn’t be worse until I finally got the courage to tell my parents and when I did they made a bunch of calls to the schools complaining about there “anti-bully” rule. every night after school I would just go to my room and cry cause of how much pain I was in physically and mentally they made me more than depressed, until finally I got the courage to tell my parents and then one day they agreed that there was no choice but to make me change schools there was about a month left of the school year, and at first my new school said that I couldn’t change until next year so my mum said that she would just keep me home until next year if they didn’t let me in now I my mum was just threatening that of course so for the next two weeks I was back to being torched at school. I had made a new group of friends by this time but after about one week of being friends with these people they had turned against me to, so I was back to having lunch and recess detentions.
Then on Friday the 19th of September 2014 we got a call from the new school and they said that they would let me in early when I heard this news I was filled to the top with joy (that tower was built up a lot but not fully).
Over that week end we were running around what felt like the world just to get my uniform and everything ready for Tuesday it was hard to get everything ready and it cost a lot of money but I was so happy to be upset or tired.
Monday was probably the hardest day of the year for me I had to say good bye to all of my dear…… oh wait scratch that I was so happy to go I didn’t even care what anyone had to say about me nothing could ruin this day…. until the session before lunch which was the time where the teacher decided that now was a good time to say my good byes and that was her first mistake cause what happened at lunch comes a bit later her second mistake was buying one of those bears that you wrote on the teacher said that everyone who ever wanted to say good bye would write it on here, of course no one wrote on it which was expected but still made me feel bad and her third and final mistake was making me do a speech about why I was leaving that totally was un called for and everyone who knows me knows that one I hate getting up in front of people and giving speeches especially If I don’t have anything planned and two me getting up in front of the people that bullied me for two years and telling everyone who was the reason why in changing school the reason why I’m changing school is probably like the worst idea ever so any way for the rest of the session I kind of just stood there in front of the whole class making weird noises with my mouth.
Okay so now its lunch and I’m looking out for these people trying to avoid them and then I find a quiet spot in a corner behind the sports equipment shed and I start to read thinking that they will never find me here I sit there for about two minutes and then, “what are you doing?”. I jump in fright and just sit there hoping it isn’t who I think it is but as usual I was right and, it was sort of like I was paralysed and I couldn’t move or scream I just sat there and closed my eyes hoping that I was imagining it and in the end I opened my eyes and……
It was like a frenzy of fists and feet coming at me I curled in to a ball and sat there and crying while I could feel and hear what I can only explain as thunder, I got home that night and looked in the mirror cuts and bruises were covering my body. All week end I was so excited to go to my new school and make new friends but now I was just scared that it would happen again I couldn’t get to sleep that night and in the end, I didn’t get one wink of sleep. At about five in the morning which is when my dad usually gets up to go to work I heard the kettle start to boil I got up and told him my worries while he was looking at my cuts and bruises he told me something that doesn’t sound that empowering but it changed the way I think about myself he said
“Emma you are the bravest person I know and that tomorrow will be great”
The next day I could barely move I was in so much pain but it had also looked like it had never happened…. After I put heaps of my mum’s makeup on myself I got to school and my mum walked me in she noticed how nervous I was because when I’m nervous I tend to crack my fingers when I walked in because I was late every one turned and looked at me it was probably the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done I kind of just stood there and stared I felt like I was going to throw up well I did a little in my mouth but I swallowed it so I didn’t after a couple of hours of just standing around and listening to the teacher my mum left and I was by myself again. As I walked in from recess of just sitting there with a group of people I was walking in and wham smack right in my face was a hard cover book a boy the one holding the book yelled in my face
“WELCOME TO FACE BOOK” I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to get embarrassed he ran back to his table and a girl came over to see if I was okay the boy went from laughing to concerned when he realised that I was the new girl and how much that had just hurt me he came over and apologised and I went back to my table and did my work.
Apart from getting hit in the face with a book it was quiet a good and fun day I made some amazing friends and it was just great (the tower was full once again)
For about one and a half years was perfect I was in a big group of friends my family was great everyone was nice and happy again and it was amazing but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen (I have that ability I’m not saying I’m physic or anything but I just those feelings) I also had dreams that my parents were fighting and of every one crying and stuff like that and I just had that feeling you know like something bad was going to happen and then……
We were on our way back from the hair dressers when we stop at a red light and mum turned around to me and my sister and said
“I know this will be hard to here and to go through but me and your dad haven’t been getting along lately and I it has…… been hard for us to but me and your dad are getting a divorce”
At the word ‘divorce’ me and my sister Zoe burst into tears (and that tower fell right down to the ground) I didn’t stop crying for the next two days and to make it worse I had to go to school the next day.
When I got to school I just couldn’t go in it was so hard not to cry and make a fool of myself but then I got the courage to go in no one was there yet so I walked over to the back of the class and just sat there I just sat there and tried not to cry and I was giving myself a bit of a pep talk you know and then a door open and in walked one of my friends and I couldn’t help but through myself on to her and start to cry I wasn’t able to stop and then after about thirty seconds of crying more and more of my friends came and hugged me after about two minutes of crying with all of them I managed to string together three words “my parents split” and they under stood and continuing crying throughout that day whenever someone laugh or said anything to me or just spoke near me I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks and then the last session of the day was music and in music we were doing yoga and that was when I let all of my worries slip away it was the in time during the day that I didn’t cry
Ever since that day I still cry myself to sleep every night and I most of the time when I seem really happy I’m just trying to distract myself from all the bad stuff going on in my life and keep everyone thinking that I’m all good but most of the time I’m not but…… what can you do (I the tower is slowly rebuilding itself and right now and it’s about half a quarter full)
While all my friends sit around thinking that I’m okay they make little jokes not meaning to hurt me but it just feels like it will go back to the way it started and I get really offended but I don’t say anything of course because I’m afraid of losing my friends again.
Sorry this story was so long
