Dear diary.... bullying.

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Dear Diary,

        I went to my new school today. I came into second lesson, which was math’s I immediately noticed the glares about eight girls sat in the corner of the room their eyes like knives and I thought ‘if looks could kill I’d be dead.’ The teacher looked at me in a friendly kind of way and directed me to the only spare seat in the class next to a boy who was quite chubby .I went to sit down and said “hello” in an attempt to be friendly. He said “hi” back and continued with his work. I took my book out of my bag and sat down .I began to copy the exercises of the white board, about two minutes had passed and a note was passed to me it said: Tara is a slag and so was her mum! I looked around those eight girls sat in the corner were laughing I knew it was them… how did they know my name and how did they know about my mum? A lump appeared in my throat I screwed the note up and put it in my bag. The bell rang at that point and I placed my belongings in my bag. The teacher (Mrs. Van) allowed us all to go I ran out desperate to find a toilet I had a feeling I would be safe there.

        I ran down the corridor past geography and the offices and eventually found a toilet right by the head masters office and the staff room .I recognized these from when I came to look around I opened the red door to the toilet and walked in I went to the first cubicle and sat on the toilet seat my knees were up by my chin I shut the door and locked it. I began to cry I was hysterical now I began to calm myself down – I wanted so badly to settle in for dad if nothing else he was still devastated by mums death and well he didn’t need any more grief, did he? I wiped my eyes and straightened my self up … just then the door opened.

        I knew instantly it was them it was just a gut feeling and my worst fears were confirmed when I heard one of the girls’ voices.

        “Tara, Tara, Tara!” one shouted.

        

“Listen Tara we just want to apologize for that note.”

“Yeah we meant to say how your mum was a whore and a slut aswell!”

They began to laugh I began to cry.

“C’mon out of their Tara …defend yourself you puff!”

“Get a life and leave me alone“ I said walking out of the cubicle. They began to crowd around me.

“Oh soz Tara don’t frighten me!” one mocked.

“ Yeah don’t I might crap myself”

“Leave me alone “I said trying to walk out the toilets.

“Don’t bloody cheek me,” A girl with black hair said she pushed me in the shoulder. I lifted my fist up and punched her; a bruise appeared on her face. All of them dived on me clawing at my face I was down on the floor they began kicking me and I curled up in an attempt to defend myself they kicked me again and walked out laughing. I pulled myself to my feet and sorted my self out I felt angry I couldn’t think of any reason why they were doing this other than that my mum was dead. I waited until break was over and went to next lesson it was Design and Technology I made a clock, which was good, and luckily for me none of those girls were in the lesson. When dinner came I put my bag up in form and my tutor, Mr. Lowland said he keeps it open at lunchtimes if I wanted to stay up there I was quite welcome to .I said thanks and took out my sandwiches and began to eat. The girls came in and unfortunately, three are in my form they walked past me coughing and saying “battered” at the same time. I sat in silence all through lunch while Mr. Lowland was marking and those eight girls were chatting .The bell rung and dinner was over the other five left and registration began. I had sociology and Art next and the eight girls were in both of them lessons nothing happened in sociology and I began thinking maybe they had given up on me.

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In art I realized I was to have no such luck. The teacher was constantly stepping into her office to get new art books etc. and whilst she was gone they chucked powder paint on my coat and punched my back. The class was laughing at them and not one of them showed any concern. I ran out of class and ran towards my house it was only across the road from school and when I arrived there dads car was missing he was doing a lot of overtime recently I guessed it was helping him cope ...

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