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.

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9. My Way To Spend A Day

I got to school by bus and decided to wait outside for Squirt. When he saw me he tried to avoid me but he knows I am way faster than him. My Dad only talks to me if I do something bad so he never gives me dinner money so I just borrowed Squirt’s, I didn’t think he’d need it. I reckon by how smart he is his parents must be paying for him to have private tuition. You can’t get that smart without it, can you? Well I assumed because his parents must be rich that he’d have enough money for both of us. Then he did something out of order, he went to pastoral because I borrowed some money. This annoyed me because I had to miss woodwork talking to them. Woodwork is the only subject I like at school. If we didn’t have woodwork I wouldn’t come to school at all. In fact I think woodwork is the only subject I’m good at. So I decided to return the favour of annoying him by pushing him into a puddle and getting my mates to tip his stuff onto top of him on the way to science. He tried to explain to the teacher about what had happened on the path but luckily for me the teacher didn’t believe him. At lunch time I went to the library to read but every book I wanted Squirt got first so when he went outside I made him stay outside by putting my mates on the doors so he couldn’t get back in. At the end of lunch I told them to let him in. I watched him go into the toilets and I decided to make him stay there we put loads of chairs, heavy boxes and old desks on the cubicle door. After that we got some peace and quiet. I went home on the bus as usual and when I got home I got the same response as always.  

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