Another day of school, another nightmare for young, innocent Peter Jenkins.

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Another day of school, another nightmare for young, innocent Peter Jenkins. Everyday Peter would walk into school and get bombarded with verbal abuse and objects which students would pick up off the floor.

The main offenders were James Hubbard, a boy which to his friends was called ‘Razor’ because of his hair, which was stuck up in a Mohican. The other offenders were Daniel Roberts, John Bayfield and George Thomas, a group of 15 year old boys which called themselves ‘Rude boys’. Each day they would steal Peter’s lunch money, beat him up and pretty much make his life a living hell. This was all going to change though, on the 15th of September 2000 when Peter finally lost it and wasn’t going to stand for bullying any longer.

Peter always thought about telling a teacher but he just thought this would make the problem he was in worse because he would get picked on and beat up for being, what pupils called a ‘grass’.

On the night of the 14th of September Peter walked home as usual along the back roads avoiding any contact with the ‘rude boys’. Peter walked up his drive and said to himself ‘‘right that’s it I’ve got to tell my mum about James and his gang because I can’t take it any longer’’.

Peter walked up the stairs of the semi-detached house to find his mum. He listened carefully and he could hear his mum crying in her bedroom. Peter went to open his mum’s bedroom door but found it was locked. Peter then shouted through the door ‘‘Mum please stop crying, I really need to tell you something’’. His mum screamed back ‘‘shut up and go away you little brat’’. Peter turned away and with a tear in his eye walked into his bedroom. He knew she was probably drunk again and grieving over his fathers death, whom died three years ago in a horrific car accident.

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Peter laid down on his bed and felt more alone than ever before. He thought to himself ‘‘the only thing to do is to take it into my own hands’’. Peter drifted to sleep with this thought going round and round in his head.

The next morning Peter was still tired because although he went to bed early, he didn’t sleep a wink. He got up and dressed and packed his bag for school. As he walked out of his room and down the stairs he glanced into his mum’s room. She was sprawled out on her bed still, fast ...

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