Alone

Bailey is 14, she has been bullied her whole life because she has been small. Will she kill herself? Rabbit is 11, she is bullied because of her name, how will she deal with it? This story is about two girls who are bullied. This is my entry for the bullying competition.

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4. Rabbit: Life

"Rabbit? What a stupid name!"
"Ha! Who would dream of naming their child Rabbit! What a pathetic name!"
"Hey, Rabbit? Want a carrot? Want some lettuce?"

These are the things that I hear everyday. Mum is crazy about rabbits, she thinks they are cute. When I was small, I was apparently cute and I reminded her of a Rabbit she once had. If she had called her rabbit a decent name she would of named me that. Her rabbit was called Flopsy. She was 6 when she named him though. Dad thought Rabbit was a cool, original name. I love my name. But I just hate it when people make fun of it.

I sat at the bus stop, no one talked to me here. When the bus arrived I walked on slowly and sat on a seat by the window and looked out. The people who got on at the next stop picked on me. I always wished that the bus would whiz right past them. It never did. The whole journey I had paper thrown at me and the older kids laugh at me. I ignored them. It was worse at school. I stayed in the library at break and lunch. Why bother walking around the shool when you're just gonna be pushed and laughed at. I worried about Mum a lot. She was getting really ill. It hurts to see her in pain and ill. I cry myself to sleep every night. My whole life is falling apart. I can't take anymore of the bullying. I can't take anymore of Mum being ill. I just want her to get better. I just want her to be happy. I wish Dad never died. He was in a car accident.
"Wakey, wakey, Rabbit," Someone said, waving their hands in front of my face, I slipped back into reality. "Read page 34, please" It was Miss Jacobs. My stupid English teacher. We were reading a book, it was boring and I had no idea what was happening in it. I didn't even know what it was called. I opened my mouth to speak but someone interupted me.
"Why does she get to read? I asked first!" It was Amy, she thought she was better than everyone else, she had short brown hair and she wore too much makeup. Her brown eyes stood out from her pale skin. At least she wears the right foundation colour.
"It's Rabbit's turn to read," Miss Jacobs told her, her voice was crackly like she had a cold.
"It's fine, I don't want to read," I whispered,
"Ok, Amy, read page 34," Miss Jacobs sighed, she shot me evils.

At the end of the lesson I got pushed into the door,
"Ow!" I yelled,
"Shut up, Rabbit, go eat a carrot," Someone said "Go jump off a bridge, no one wants you," a lot of people laughed, laughs ranged from high pitched squeels to witch like cackles. Rivers ran down my cheeks and I covered my face with my hands.
"Are you alright?" A small voice asked, I placed my hand by my side. It was Peter. He was nice to me. I nodded and turned away from him and walked slowly down the corridor.
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