Because I've had a bad day.
Woke late for school, wrapped the presents, gave to Mom.
Get to school. All is okayish.
BTEC singing with the group, I burst into tears. Randomly. Tom hugs me LOADS. Comforting me as tears run down my face, mascara running.
My excuse: the songs make me cry. Tom: not convinced.
Get home from school.
And my brother has done wrong. Isolation AND exclusion on Monday.
He wrote on a piece of work (IT) that his friend, Mark (who is real) was a homosexual and died from Gingervitus (Not sure how to spell this unfamilliar word). He knows the meaning of the word, but he did it for a laugh. And now look at where he is now. 'Bullying' they called it. Even if his friend didn't see what Will had said about him. And plus Mum has to go into school on Tuesday and explain. 'Happy Birthday Mom'.
PLUS
The correct reason for his black eye, is not because he 'slipped' but because he put ice down his best friend's back, and then his friend shreaked in shock and swung his arm and hit him in the face. (And now HE is in isolation and excluded for the day - Because of 'Bullying')
And then I cried.
Will was shocked, 'Why are you crying, it's me in the wrong..?'
It was because I have been bullied at school FOUR times now. Three of these incidents I have told a teacher, the last one, I did not. This is what upset me. They didn't get into this amount of trouble, and my life is messed up because of them. My confidence went down through the floorboards (rather than up the roof) And their punishment was to apologise. How can they do such a harmful thing to me, and my brother and his friend get worse for doing NOTHING.
I can't stop crying.
Sorry Mom, I hope your birthday turns around.
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