One Way Out

Tears rolled down my cheeks however they were nothing compared to the rain plastering my hair to my face. The waves were so high they crashed against the bridge, the wind so strong the trees swayed. How did it come to this? I was popular, pretty, loved.
The first two years of high school were a breeze. My grades were good, I was popular, had friends life was good. It wasn’t until she came that it all went downhill. Rose Perkins a plain girl with mousy brown hair and glasses. The minute she walked through the door she was mocked. It shamed me to admit I was one who teased and ripped her confidence away. For all of 2nd year she ate by herself, cried in the toilets and had no friends but by 3rd year that had changed, a lot.
That first day of a new school year a blonde, stick thin Barbie doll entered the parking lot. No one could believe the change the nerdy girl had made, me the most. With her new look came a new mean girl attitude and she looked down on us the way we had with her. A

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1. One Way Out

Tears rolled down my cheeks however they were nothing compared to the rain plastering my hair to my face. The waves were so high they crashed against the bridge, the wind so strong the trees swayed. How did it come to this?  I was popular, pretty, loved.

 The first two years of high school were a breeze. My grades were good, I was popular, had friends life was good. It wasn’t until she came that it all went downhill. Rose Perkins a plain girl with mousy brown hair and glasses. The minute she walked through the door she was mocked.  It shamed me to admit I was one who teased and ripped her confidence away. For all of 2nd year she ate by herself, cried in the toilets and had no friends but by 3rd year that had changed, a lot.

That first day of a new school year a blonde, stick thin Barbie doll entered the parking lot. No one could believe the change the nerdy girl had made, me the most. With her new look came a new mean girl attitude and she looked down on us the way we had with her.  At first that’s all it was glares and sneers until the day she went all out ready to destroy everyone that had mocked her. I was last on the list, I think she wanted to make me watch the others suffer so I was afraid. She was right I was afraid.

I walked into school watching my back it wasn’t until I noticed the stares that I got more worried. Whispers followed me as well as glares. The words slag and slut rang through my ears. What did I do? Rose approached me and asked how my “study date” had gone with Daniel. I was confused I had never spoken to Daniel never planned a study date. As the horror of what she said hit me I was hit with the words “So are you having the baby aborted” Could it have gotten any worse?   Oh yes. Lies of STD’s had been spread, affairs had been made up and one by one my friends dropped me. Facebook and twitter pages were made about me, notes taped to my locker. I was destroyed. I cried myself to sleep each night hoping it would stop but no, each day got worse. People began to notice the scars and had a new thing to torment about. It was only on the worse day that I realised I had brought this on myself. It was my fault, if I hadn’t stripped away her confidence that year I wouldn’t be here in this situation. The bully was now bullied. There was only one way out of this mess and that is how I came to be on the bridge.

 

Closing my eyes and spreading my arms out I stepped forward and fell. It was as if I was flying and for a brief moment before I hit the water I felt free.

 

 

 

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