Tessa's Story

Tessa Jackson has been bullied since the 8th grade and has never had a break. The "popular" people, David and Nadia and their followers, bully her because she didn't have to try to get all the boys to like her, she didn't have to try to be pretty, and she didn't have to try to have a nice life. When they asked her into their group in the 8th grade and she said no, it all started. The bullied her to make her seem small, weak, unwanted. Tessa's whole world changes into a dark, lonely place. But Tessa's whole world changes again when she meets this one guy that makes her feel special, wanted, strong, and big. She gains back confidence with his help. But when she sees him supposedly cheating on her, will she be able to stay strong, or collapse and become what she was before?


3. At the Hospital

  I got into the car with a VERY worried looking Sandy. "What happened?" she asked.
  "I slipped and fell on spilled water in the hall, and I landed on my ankle."
  "Oh, well, let's get a move on. Jack, you behaving back there?"
  "Yes, momma," he replied. 
  "You better be," Sandy said, sounding stern.
  As I got into the car, I asked, "Why'd you bring HIM? Can't Jason watch him?" Jason was our groom for the horses. 
  "Jason has the day off, today, and I thought it would be unfair to burden him, especially with SUCH a burden."
  I giggled at Sandy's joke. "Yeah, but knowing Jason, he offered, right?"
  "Yes, but I said no."
  "C'mon! Jason knows how to handle kids, he's got kids of his own living across the street! Jack'll just be in the way while they're TRYING to put the cast on...if I need one."
  "Tessa, it won't and can't happen! I already made my decision, though I'm starting to regret it."
   Jack was making little shooting noises while he was playing on our iPad.
  "And, even if I did decide I wanted Jason to watch him right now, we're already on Route 267, I don't have the time to turn around and go back."
 I slouched in the front seat. "Okay, at least I don't have to sit next to him."
  "That's the spirit! Does your ankle hurt at all?"
  "Sandy, what kind of question is that? Of course it hurts!"
  "On a scale of 1 to 10."
  "7 and a 1/2."
  "That little? I thought you were going to say something like 8 and a 1/2."
  "Sandy! I am not THAT big of a wimp!"
  "Fine. It hurts a lot, maybe, MAYBE, 8."
  "Ok, that's better. Oh, we're here!"
  We had arrived at the Green Leaf Hospital, and I hopped towards the door. The woman behind the counter looked up. "Yes?"
  "Hello, I'm Sandy Jackson. This is Tessa, and we think she broke her ankle. Any chance you could see her?"
  "Yes, yes, of course! Let's see, does it hurt to put weight on it?"
  "Yeah," I said. "A lot."
  "Would you like a wheel chair?"
  "Ok, right this way, please." She led me to rows of wheel chairs. I sat down in one and she began to roll me into the elevator. I sat there trying to to cry out in pain, the pain in my ankle hurt SO badly. 
  We arrived on the 6th floor, and she wheeled me into a room. "The doctor will be in shortly," she said. And then we were alone. 
  About 5 minutes later the doctor arrived. He was a tall, neither fat or skinny, somewhere in the middle, kind of man. He had thinning gray hair, on top of a oval shaped face, with round bifocals. 
  "Hello, dear," he said.
  "Hello, Doctor...Flack," I said, squinting to read his teeny tiny name tag. 
  "So, a broken ankle, huh?"
  "Yeah. I was at school, and there was a water puddle on the floor. I slipped and landed on my ankle."
  "So I see. Well, first we'll take an X-ray of your ankle, and then, depending on the results, we'll put a cast on it."
  "Okay," was all I said. He wheeled me out and took me into an X-ray exam room. He adjusted a table's height so that I could rest my ankle on top of it, and began to take the X-irays. He had me turn my foot multiple ways, some hurt and some made me cry out in pain, and there wasn't another way my ankle felt while taking the X-rays. Finally he stopped. While waiting for the result pictures, I looked around. All there was was multiple X-ray machines, really. 
  The test results finally came. "Well, yes, it is definitely broken," the doctor said, "And we will have to put a cast on. Mrs. Jackson?"
  "The fee for any color cast will be $450.00, can you pay that, or...?"
  "I brought $500, thinking that'd be half of what I had to pay!"
  The doctor laughed. "Well, no, not half. Alright, Tessa, come with me please."
  "Um, I'm kind of in a wheel chair?"
  "Oh, yes, right." he wheeled me out into the hallway and into another room, where I got to pick any color cast. I picked a bright yellow one, which I figured would go with most of my clothes. Pretty much all of my clothes are bright, so a bright color would work just fine, I figured. 
  After I got my cast, I hobbled out and found Sandy and Jack, who was messing around and getting in people's way as usual. 
  "Jack!" I scolded. "Sit and play on the iPad, before I take it from you!" 
  He actually listened, which surprised me. Sandy finished paying and we went to the car. 
 "You're going to have to keep you cast on for 3 weeks," she said.
  "That's not all bad."
  "Tessa, you're not going to be able to ride," Sandy said softly. 
  "What?" I asked, almost in a whisper.
  "Honey, I'm sorry," Sandy said.
  "Don't be," I said. "It's my fault for being such a clutz." 
  Yeah, right, little fat liar, the optimistic voice inside my head said. 
  Instead of just 2 voices in my head telling me good and bad, I have four. Good, bad, optimistic, and un-optimistic. I tended to hear from the optimistic and un-optimistic, instead of good and bad. 
  Shut up, I told the voice. I'll never survive if I can't ride.
  Come on! You gotta be optimistic! You'll survive! It said.
  How I hate optimism sometimes.
  Don't hate me, it said, I am in your head. You make me up!
  Shut up!
  Yay! Now leave me alone.
  You are so going to die, the un-optimistic voice said.
  Thank you! Now GOOD BYE.
  And then the voices left me alone.
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