Wednesday 12 February 1982

Today, nothing new happened, it was like every other day of every other week, at St. John’s middle school, i was bulied. Its like my life is based on a routine. I hate it.

I woke up in my small grey room, alone and depressed. My mum was still asleep and my dad was away again on one of his so called “business trip.” I had a glass of water and sulked out of the door. I got to school late, as usual and sat at the back of the class.

School was ok, got 10 out of 10 in the pop quiz and everyone called me a nerd, they usually do. O didn’t really eat today, people call me fat so im trying to go on a diet.

At the end of school, I set out for a long walk home. After walking about 200 meters I ran into the school bullies, Brock and Sean, the meanest and most selfish in the whole school. They were both beating another boy up and was bout to steal his wallet. They both stopped at the first sight of me. I knew at that moment that they were going to do what they just did to the little boy, to me. I looked up the road and saw a walking bus from one of our schools 300 meters and thought if I ran there fast enough and joined the walking bus,, Brock and Sean wouldn’t come after me. I slowly started to take a few small steps back keeping my eyes on the bullies but cautiously looked behind me to make sure I didn’t trip. As soon as Sean moved towards me, and turned around and sprinted as fast as i could. Within seconds i could feel my legs getting numb and the footsteps of the bullies getting louder and louder. I knew if i ran any further i would get an asthma attack, so i decided to take the risk and slow down a bit. It was a very bad mistake. Brock and Sean pushed me to the ground face first, and started shouting, “this is what you get for running away!” They kicked me, they punched me, they stepped on me. My whole body was screaming in pain, and tears started to violently rush out my eyes. I was screaming in pain and shouting out the same word over and over again, “HELP!” But nobody did, i lay there getting beaten up, and soon watched as the walking bus, my only hope, just ignore me. Brock and Sean were busy looking through my bag, laughing away. I remember the boys walking by like nothing was happening and the girls chuckled, some of them even took photos. Brock and Sean soon sprinted away with my wallets after giving me one last kick in the face. It was getting dark, but still my body was in too much pain to move, it was excruciating.