My Side

My Side is a story about a severe bullying case (for which the characters are unnamed) about a boy who has lost loads and gets the micky taken out of him for it by another lad who has problems of his own.

This is a 2 story book and the first intro is for the first book and the second intro is for the second.

Being a Victim:
This side is told through the eyes of a victimised child with only his instrument for company.

Why I Did It:
This side is told through the eyes of a lad who has problems at home and makes up for them by his bullying at school.


3. An Average Day

Today didn’t start out well because as I got to school he was waiting outside, so that was my dinner money gone for the day. I went to the office but they wouldn’t give me any money because I’d already borrowed too much. I tried to explain but they just told me to talk to him or to go to pastoral. So I went to pastoral and guess what, they did NOTHING! So I pestered them again and they tried talking to him. This was stupid. He never listens so all they did was make it worse because he ignored them and bullied me more. On the way to 2nd lesson he pushed me over into a puddle and then his mates emptied all the stuff in my bag onto me soaking that too. I got told off by my science teacher because my book was wet. I tried telling him but he wouldn’t listen. Sir just went into stubborn mode and told me to write on spare paper. I had nothing to eat at lunch because he took my money so I went to the library to get some space. Unfortunately he followed me and whenever I picked up a book he took it off me, read it for 5 seconds then chucked it away. I got sick of it. It was raining so I didn’t think they’d follow me outside but I was wrong. They blocked off all the entrances so I couldn’t get back in again. So I had to stay outside the rest of lunch. At the end of lunch they all dashed inside. By then I needed the loo so I went to the toilets. As I went in I locked the cubicle door so no one could get in but he still found me. He called his gang; they shoved lots of chairs and other heavy objects onto the cubicle door so I couldn’t get out. I was found at the end of the day by the janitor who rescued me. The janitor is the payment-for-favours type so I had to help him mop up for another half hour before I could go home. Of course I missed the bus so I had to walk home. That’s why I arrived soaked but at least when I got there my mum was home early.  

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