Breanna's Monologue

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I sit on my bedroom floor, rivers of mascara running down my face. “I’m tired of school,” I murmur to myself, through loud, snotty sobs, “why won’t Breanna just leave me alone? I’m sick of being bullied and pushed around by her!” Blonde Curls fall in my face, as I pick up my phone to message Miller. I’ve had the worst day, Breanna just won’t quit! Snide remarks about my family being ‘poor’, she called me fat and told me I should start wearing makeup, that it just might make me look a little less ugly. I don’t know what to do anymore Mil, she’s taking up all of my energy. I throw my phone down on the bed and curl up next to it, checking for a reply every 5 seconds. I eventually drift off into an uneasy and troubled sleep. Morning rolls …show more content…

Miller lets go of my hand, she storms over to where Breanna and he gang are seated, I hear yelling, and see some pushing and shoving, but finally Miller is walking back over to me, fuming. She says nothing about it all day, won’t tell me anything that was said, I’m mad at her for not telling me, but Grateful that she’s doing her best to protect me from all of this. I sit down at lunch, and am halfway through eating, alone, i have no idea where Miller is, when I hear over the loudspeaker, “Zoey Foster, please come to Miss Honey’s office immediately, thank you.” I walk into Miss Honey’s office, the first face I see, is Miller’s, and the first thing she says is, “don’t be mad, Mil”. Miss Honey offers me a seat next to Miller, and explains that Miller told her Everything. That I was being bullied by Breanna, that she was calling me names, fat, stupid etc, that she was saying mean things about me online, and to my face, that she started a rumour that I was adopted because my birth Mum thought i was too ugly to be her child, and about this morning's events. Miller only gave a brief overview, a lot more has happened over the years, In sewing class she once put her foot on my pedal and almost sewed my fingers,it just gets worse …show more content…

Why didn’t you tell me yourself?” Miss honey says, sounding concerned. “I thought that if I told anyone, it would just make it worse, give her more of a reason to continue.” I reply sheepishly The sun rises the next morning, I awake feeling different. I feel relieved, like the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I walk downstairs whistling, happy to get up to the smell of waffles cooking in the kitchen. Zoey won’t be at school today, I’m free. I don’t even get through the school gates before my day is destroyed, my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach and a tear runs down my cheek. Miller walks toward me, telling me it will all be okay. But it won’t. Breanna shouldn’t be perched on top of the table, smirking and whispering snide remarks, all as if yesterday never happened, maybe it was a dream? I walk right into Ms Honey’s office without knocking, I make it clear that I’m not happy. “Why is she here, why is she waltzing around school like nothing happened,” I try to stay calm, but I can’t anymore, “WHY ISN’T SHE SUSPENDED, SITTING AT HOME SULKING AND GETTING WHAT SHE DESERVES, WHY ISN’T SHE SUFFERING FOR WHAT SHE DID TO ME?” I yell, standing my ground, but I slowly melt into a puddle of snotty tears and sobbs. Ms Honey’s jaw drops, she just stares at me for a while, as if she’s lost and doesn’t know where to go

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