Imani Brooks: A Girl I Ll Never Forget: Short Story

Imani Brooks a is girl I’ll never forget. It all happened back in 2009. I was in the sixth grade. It was my first day at a new school with new people. Imani was queen bee at the middle school, because she was a fighter, and she was bigger. I believe everyone was just scared of her including me. She ruled the school and everyone praised her. I was the new girl, and this is how I got through middle school being bullied, and how i have changed since middle school; my bully didn 't define me, she made be stronger. I woke up, did my morning routine, put on my uniform and I was ready to go. I was determined that I was going to make new friends. Boy, was I wrong. It was my first day, and I was following the principal to my class. We stopped at a

Jones, but you have a new student. Her name is Precious Langford and she will be joining you all this year” said the principal, and then he left.

“Well class this is Precious please make her feel welcomed,” Mrs Jones announced to the class. “Precious you make take any of the empty seats and start taking notes.” Mrs. Jones addressed me. I started walking towards a seat in the back of the classroom. When I was about to sit down my seat was pulled from underneath me, and the class erupted into laughter. I shook off the embarrassment and choose a different seat, pulled out some paper, and was ready to take notes. Mrs. Jones was at the whiteboard talking and writing about negative and positive numbers. Once she was done going over her lesson, she handed out a worksheet and told us it is our ticket out to lunch and to work with a partner. I get out of my seat and started walking to a girl.

“Hi,” I said, “do you want to work

Turning around I see no other that Imani and her clique. “W-w-why did y-you push me” I said. “ Because I felt like it,” said Imani and then they walked away. I slowly got up dusted myself off and walked into the class with my head down. About ten minutes later I feel something thrown at my head. I look up and see a lot of things were thrown towards me like eraser, pencils, paper balls, and more. I do not know what I did to make Imani all of a sudden start to hate me. By the end of day when we are all headed to the bus area Imani had the entire sixth grade class cast me as an outcast and no one was allowed to talk to me or they would be another victim as well. That night, I cried myself to sleep wishing that I knew why Imani suddenly hated me. The bullying got worse every day until my eighth grade year when I was finally transferred to a different