This story is for the bullying competiton and is about a young girls escape from bullying, and to let anyone out there who is being bullied that it will end, trust me I know from experience.


4. Toilet meeting

Irma, Ingrid and I ran to the least used girls toilets, which fortunately were empty.

"What are we going to do," gushed Ingrid.

"This is a disaster," I replied.

"Don't worry," said Irma calmly, "Look we'll just have to video  everything she says to you and fortunately as we are all in the same lessons today it should be fairly easy."

"Are you sure?" I asked, I wasn't overly sure about this plan.

"Yeah, all the teachers have seriously favoured her, since her dad gave that huge donation," said Ingrid.

"Yes but there is one teacher who dosen't," replied Irma.

"WHO!" shouted Ingrid and I.


"But don't we have her..."

"period 5," interrupted Irma.

After about 20 minutes after discussing everything that could possible go wrong the registration bell rang and we all ran back to our form room ,which took a good 5 minutes as our school is massive.

As soon as we sat down Ms.Appleby wandered in and immediatly started gushing over Camilla, who started crying and had to be escorted out, by her chief crony Amy, we then got a highly unexpected lecture.

"Now, girls," Began Ms.Appleby, "As you all know Camilla has broken her leg and is obviously distressed and I want you all to be particuarly nice to her over the next couple of weeks, you know offering her chairs, offering to carry things for her, just make things a bit easier for her during this troubling time, but I know you are all nice girls and will do it anyway."

Just as Ms.Appleby finished her lecture Camilla came back in, but was in a wheelchari being pushed by Amy, we all turned around and gasped.

"I thought it would be easier for Camilla if she could sit down during the day, and take the lift rather than struggling with the stairs," said Ms.Appleby smiling at Camilla.

Then the second bell rang and there was the lovely sound of scraping cahirs and throwing bags over shoulders as our entire class headed towards english.

Just as I was leaving the classroom camilla grabbed my bag and whispered in my ear "just because I'm in a wheelchair dosen't mean I can't make your life hell."

I told Ingrid and Irma all of this on the way to English.

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