It was my first day of highschool. to say i was nervous was an understatment. i was always a target for the older kids. was it something about the way i walked? the way i spoke? who if anyone can determine the minds of adolesent teens? we all lined up like lambs for the picking. bile rose in my throat as i watched the kids leer and shove me. i had been previously homeschooled yet my mom asssured me id be ok. the bell rang signaling for class to begin. i took my seat like the dutifull little student.
Then i saw him the popluar jock, he looked at me like i was the insect on he bottom of his shoe, and i knew just as i knew that i could never look at another guy that he was the one that would bully me for the rest of my high school years. ibet other people feel like this, but they do not feel my deepend anxiety, the way i feel simpling stepping of the bus. ithe nerve reching heart jearking unadulterated fear i feel.

as class ended, i walked into the courtyard for a quick break.
So here i was minding my own buisness my head buried in a book. Then he strolled along MR jock. acting like he was king of the courtyard.
he dragged me up by the collar of my shirt and then threw me down, i looked at him like a helpless animal. he was the hunter, and i was his prey.
My throat went dry, i fought back a shudder of fear.
I felt his cold breath in my face. those dark green eyes judging my fate.
My mom was wrong it was not ok. i felt weakend by the physical blow. the crowds of people laughed, enjoying my discomfort.

i feared every day would be like today. he pulled me up, one last time. i did not say a word. i tried to run but he grabbed my elbow and grabbed my elbow his hand tightend. the bell went.i didnt much care for the saying saved my the bell but today it seemed like the asnwer to my prayers.


The next day, i pretended to be illl, but it didnt work. i was dragged into school. this was the day mr jock, or fergus walse as id come to learn, would hurt me in the cruelest way.
I smirked to myself i was right. when i set foot into the courtyard for lunchbreak he was there. he pushed me and i fell to my knees, ioh how i prayed this would not happen. there was no one around. he pinned me up against the wall with such forcei bashed my head and scratched my arm. my arm bledand i grimaced in pain. my arm was bleeding. i started crying i feared i would barely make it home. he leered over me kicking me several times. i fell over twisting my ankle as i fell. he walked of without a backward glance. i hated him.


we were called in to lessons. i limped in, i could not understand, why i sat there in silence, wh didnt i say something to someone anyone! who would here my plea? silent tears trickled down onto my notebook. i hid my pain well.


lessons had ended.i ran out to my mothers car my mom was picking me up from school tody. i was crying but i didnt tell her why.
as we drove home i saw him walking back from highschool , bag slung over shoulder, without a care in the world. my eyes narrowed and he glared.
i shrunk in fear, this was going to be a long week.