As I watched the ambukance drive out of her driveway I think about jow much I hurt her. I think about the days of torment she went through. I remember yesterday the most, the dayu i knew everyone went overboard. It was just another day. We pushed bookas out of her hands,shoved her arounf called her names. nothing out of the ordinary. I never knew we hurt her so much. I int think about what i was doing.
I was the IT guy she was the nerd. But i labeled her, i judged her before I knew her. Her name was Bryce, a so called boys name. We made fun of her for that too. Now I think back about it i relize how badly we treated her. Today was diffrent though today wwas worse. My so called girlfriend said to her "I heard your mom talking the other day. she was talking about how worthless you are and how it was mistake to have you." thouse words remained in my head all day. if someone said they words to me i knew they would hurt,but Bryce, Bryce just looked at her in the eye turned azway and walked. If you looke dclose enough you could see the pain in her eyes, it hurt her.
I knew what my so called girlfriend said was a lie, but i think Bryce belived her. During lunch i logged onto Facebook, i saw everyone calling her worthless, a waste of space, and how ugly and fat she was. Now in no way should Bryce be considered fat. She has a perfect body that she hid under baggy clothes at school . But as I kept reading, they got worse, saying how she should just kill herself , it would help everyone out. For the rest of the day I thought of Bryce. I thought of why she was treated this way. Because she was diffrent? I didnt know. But as i drove up my driveway, I saw an ambulance drive out of hers. The comments that everybiody said to her did it finally break her, did she really kill herself? i quickly shook the thought, she wouldnt.
But when I got to school the next day, I relized how wrong i was. As my AP biology teacher, Mr.Burns stood in frount of us with tears fallin down his face. he said the dreaded words "Ms.Bryce Knight has committed suicide." And that was the first day I, Jason Mamoth, cried. I cried for the words i said to my neighbor, the way I didnt protect her, I was the older one; it was my job. And finally i cried for the loss. If I, just once, has said something about the comments ahe might be alive.
a/n so this is a story i wrote in 8th grade it was for a contest and i know i over did the bulling and how nobody really does that but my teachers wanted it over done but whatever so yep btw this is completly fake none of this is ture just saying.