Oh no I’m pregnant, I don’t know what to do with myself.
Anger was all I could feel flowing through my body, fiercely I barge through the classroom door.
I wasn’t in the mood, so if anyone said anything about me I wouldn’t listen to them I swiftly grabbed the handle to release the door and started walking home.
People shouting violently from the school windows. I slowly turn my head to look back, all I can see is kids hanging out of the window making fun of me.
Finally I am home, it feels good to be away from people making fun of me, calling me names and laughing at me.
All of these people bullying me is making me want to start bullying myself, not knowing what’s going through me I slowly make my way to the kitchen to get a knife.
Even though I’m not the type of person to do these sorts of things, I can feel fumes firing through my veins.
Sometimes I see people I don’t like going past my house, seeing their face make me want to do something but I know I can’t do that.
Lizzy mills, she’s the worst, quietly my husband walks in the door, he knows there is something wrong, he sits me down and has a talk with me. “What’s the matter” he says, it’s the bullies at school I say.
Angrily his face starts to turn red, he’s had enough of these people as much as I have. I decide to have an early night to release this
Anger was all I could feel flowing through my body, fiercely I barge through the classroom door.
I wasn’t in the mood, so if anyone said anything about me I wouldn’t listen to them I swiftly grabbed the handle to release the door and started walking home.
People shouting violently from the school windows. I slowly turn my head to look back, all I can see is kids hanging out of the window making fun of me.
Finally I am home, it feels good to be away from people making fun of me, calling me names and laughing at me.
All of these people bullying me is making me want to start bullying myself, not knowing what’s going through me I slowly make my way to the kitchen to get a knife.
Even though I’m not the type of person to do these sorts of things, I can feel fumes firing through my veins.
Sometimes I see people I don’t like going past my house, seeing their face make me want to do something but I know I can’t do that.
Lizzy mills, she’s the worst, quietly my husband walks in the door, he knows there is something wrong, he sits me down and has a talk with me. “What’s the matter” he says, it’s the bullies at school I say.
Angrily his face starts to turn red, he’s had enough of these people as much as I have. I decide to have an early night to release this