The Bullys

Three different people with three different stories the one thing they have in common Bullys and they are the target. Why? No one really knows but they can imagine.
The Bullied: Hanna, Kevin, Tammy
The Bullys: Jake, Religh, Sander
In this story I will tell the story of the bullied and the bully. And I can just hope that you will listen and speak out about this horrible topic called

BULLYING

No offence to anyone I am just putting my opinion about this topic out in public. It is a cruel and horrible thing that people have to know about. People have to make smart decisions and have to be heard.



































































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5. Tammy

    "Mom, I already told you no one at my school wants to be friends with the poor kids." I was really starting to get aggervated with my mom. We are poor end of story, if she would have never got me into private school. I know that she wants my smarts to show, sure I am top of my class. But if you live inside a kitchen/living room, one small bath, and one bedroom camper. We don't have money, but we have love. That is what my mom always says, I used to give up on that saying when my dad left. He went off with some girl that was so annoying but she . My mom is beautiful and she has a personality of an angel. While she is a blond and has tints of chesnut, I am blond with dark brown, it is so boring, it looks like it was dyed but I have never dyed my hair in my life. I don't want anyone to think I am a fake, I am not. I don't want people to think of me as someone who cares to much. They are all fakes but just because I am different they are going to target me. "Sweetie, what happened with that girl, what was her name, Hanna." "She was my best friend before we moved mom we are to far away and I think that she got adopted a year after we moved. The last time I talked to her was when she told me about her now adopted father and how when everything was done and sealed that he was mean and abusive and she started being bullied again." I don't tell my mom how I am bullied I tell her about how I have no friends but she looked so sad when I tell her about it. Her blue-green eyes look into my emraled green and she just says I'm sorry. That is all she ever does, she is beautiful on the inside and on the outside, that is why she always is telling me sorry. It is not her fault that my father doesn't care, he chose the money because he is greedy. I love them both I know I can't say anything bad towards them because it is the wrong thing and I was not raised that way. I am bullied every day by someone named Sander. It is because he goes to my school and he knows my situation. He is my stepbrother, we are a few months apart so we are in the same grade(year) and it seems that he is either jealous or doesn't care. I have told my dad but all he does is say that Sander is the perfect child and I am just nothing compared to him. I know his wife has brain washed him. I know he loves me but his wife doesn't because I am a part of his old life, I am a part of his old life with my mother. His new wife named Julie hates, and it is wrong, my mother. I don't want anyone to ever tell me that my mother is a horrible person. But my new mommy-dearest---(sarcasum intended) has told me much worse trying to get me on her side, she makes up all types of lies, I have even asked my mother if these things were true I even went to the police, no records of any of the sort. But does she care no she never will. Her son is a spoiled brat and deserves a good old fashion spank on the butt. He has never been in trouble ever since his mom left his dad for mine, ironic right. I wish that my dad never went on that vacation with his friends. I would not have to deal with all of this and Sander would have never gave me a second glance, yet alone ever even think I existed. I want it all to go away and let that saying make perfect sence to me again. We don't have money, but we have love.

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