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
She didn’t wake up every morning, happy to go to the school and learn more things, instead she felt terrified wondering what was going to happen to her. Some days were not as bad like the others but there was some days that Melba could've really got hurt but she always found a way out without getting too injured. Kids just kept taunting her every moment of the day and the worst part was the teachers didn’t do anything about it. Even though they know she is a child too and that they should care that because she could get badly hurt and it would be the teacher's fault because they didn’t do anything about it or to stop
Now I wished that I could pen a letter to my school to be read at the opening assembly that would tell them how wrong we had all been. You should see Zachary Taylor, I’d say.” Lily is realizing now that beauty comes in all colors. She is also again being exposed to the fact that her way of being raised was wrong, that years and years of history was false. “The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love.
Sixth grade Jodee enrolled at a private academy and the first few months were without incident. Jodee reveled in having friends and tried to do everything right to stay in their good standing. The trouble started when she called her mother to leave a party early. Jodee begged her mother not tell what was going on with the twelve year olds—but they were all caught in the act. Monday morning at school she found her favorite suede shoes floating in a toilet bowl of urine with a note attached—“Bitch, this is just the beginning.” She was cruelly treated, spit at, beaten, and shunned on a daily basis. Her parents were sympathetic to her dilemma and finally forced her to see a psychiatrist. She was placed on medication that made her very sleepy. The psychiatrist said that “kids will be kids and that possibly she was looking for attention from her parents.
She avoided me and refused to answer any texts. On the other hand, I had Aidan pouring fuel on the fire and dispersing sarcastic comments left and right. Somewhere in the midst of this he created a Mean Mady club and said I was the leader. Days at LCDS began to run slower and slower and I honestly wanted to know what was wrong with Mady blissfully unaware of the crap Aidan was throwing out. “You’re cyberbullying” this girl named MaKayla told me. Cyberbullying? Because I texted Mady wanting to know what was wrong? Early one morning I had an urge to get to the bottom of what was going on. I texted Mady saying I had no idea what was going on and I really wanted to go back to the way things used to be. Who responded? Not Mady, but her mom, Kate. She scolded me for “bullying” her helpless daughter and that I should be ashamed of the language I use. I had no clue what she was talking about but immediately after reading the text, a pall of dread enclosed around me. Panicked, I went to my mother. She too had been confused by the whole ordeal, and told me to respond asking what she meant. What it came down to was Kate Gosselin screaming at my mom over the phone as my mom yelled
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
Being at a new school she has no friends and no adult figures at school whom she trusts, the only teacher we see makes her cry. Throughout Riley’s life, joy has always been her most powerful emotion. All of her “core memories” are joyful ones. Usually, Riley is a friends, family and hockey loving silly girl. Although this is great it also holds her back. The first night in her family’s new San Francisco home, her mother comes in a tells her how proud she is of her a how Riley being strong is helping them, her parents, get though the difficult time of the move. Although this shows good intentions, it can also be harmful. This puts a lot of pressure on Riley, something she is not ready to handle. It also seems to force Riley to hold in some of her emotions, like sadness, and only show joy. If Riley is unable to talk about her feeling with her parents, then it is unlike she will ask for
I think the book is very good and I like it. I picked it up in the library before 16 days and I read it within 4-5 days, reading every day at 76 pages with a cup of coffee. The book is awesome, I recommend everyone to read it, especially the elderly from 74 to 107 years. I do not know what to write about the book, a lot has 150 words. Like the main character, because the woman. She meets a guy who everything works, carried out, going crazy. "Let's go crazy tonight, let's fall in love with my eyes ..." Oh yeah man. It's a song of Lepa Brena, type on youtube and find it's not a bad song. Eventually they married and make babies like crazy ... haha, read a book !!!Go to the nearest library and lift it, you will not regret. I say seriously .....
To begin with Abigail and I have been bestfriends since Pre-K. We were like two peas in a pod. From the first time we encountered one another our friendship became solid. However, like in any friendships or relationships there will be times when you dont see eye to eye. I guess this was one of those times.
Her mascara smudged onto the fabric as a tear fell down her cheek onto the fluffy white pillow. Her headphones rested in her ear playing songs that held many memories of the recently broken up couple. The song that her and the short, blonde, and shy soccer player had slow danced to, played on her ipod. The memory of their slow dance at the valentine ball replayed in her mind as if she were still in the moment. She replayed how he asked her to the dance with a valentine gift- a box of conversation hearts. They met at the school to go to the dance and he gave her the red and yellow ticket. She was dressed in a pink and grey sweater and the gym was warm with all of the middle school students combined
Eliza knows she isn’t perfect, hopping from guy to guy as if they were a book she couldn’t wait to read. As Eliza sits down at her computer, an email pops up signing anonymous. (Wallach p, 87). Needless to say, just like every bullying goes, it wasn’t nice. Both girls, Eliza and Taylor, were victims in such an unacceptable incident that will stick with them as they grow beyond high
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
“Do you realize you were charged with operating an illegal gambling business”. A game of gambling, bargaining and under the table risks, all based on the true story of Molly Bloom, an olympic-class skier just shy of reaching the olympics. Set in New York City, in the same suite every Tuesday night cards and chips are dealt in thousands to and from Hollywood stars, all built using not much more than Molly’s wits. What all started as fun and games turned into nothing but an indictment. The only way for complete immunity is to give up all her hard drives.
I started thinking of all the lies that I'd heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn't want to see her there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn't been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell her that she wasn't there.
Ms. J spoke to her about how it’s important for her to come to school and learn, but she wasn’t willing to let it go. Another child was upset because someone she didn’t like sat next to her in the bus. Ms. J had to help her get her jacket off to get ready for the day. She was so distraught about the incident, she was able to calm down when Ms. J asked her if she could give her a hug. The same girl was having a hard time coming up with an answer to the “DO Now” question.
We drove to her office because that was where I had my weekly coaching with my amazing spelling bee mentor, Mrs. Willett. Finally, we arrived, and when my mom came to greet us, she also sensed something was wrong. Building up all the courage I could, I explained to her what happened with my voice cracking while I held back tears. She said nothing, but I could tell she was furious, and after a few minutes, she started to yell, telling me I should have been more serious, I should have worked harder, how did I get that word wrong. By then I was in a full out breakdown; being already distraught from, I could not handle her anger. After he finished, my mom told us to go home, and she walked out, but before we left ourselves, I FaceTimed my coach, told her the events of the day, and had a very emotional conversation. At the end, she said that we would take it easy for now, but start to work very hard for Nationals. Then we said our