THE BULLY BITES THE DUST
IF YOU READ THIS TO THE END THEN YOU WOULD MOST LIKELY GET THE REWARD ASSOCIATED TO IT.
PROLOGUE
Check your backyard there is a growing anomaly spreading like a virus and as we humans evolve around the internet we are increasingly exposed to its hazards.
What is it? Bullying
We have all kinds of bullying, cyber-bullying is most rampant this days. This story is meant to be a campaign against bullying and that is why I am rewarding readers who would spread the love and say NO TO BULLYING!
It is also a call to parents to be more cautious and never to assume that all is well.
Enjoy
CHAPTER ONE
RABBIT'S TWIN TYLER
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Loud thoughts
‘’I am starting to get used to Boris and all his tricks. The usual thing is, every morning I kiss Grandma goodbye, I then trek to the spot where the bus driver would stop to pick me . It’s about five minutes walk and when I get there at exactly 7:25 a.m. each day, I am scared already for how the day would go. From Boris scary rants in the bus to beatings I might suffer from him and his crew of friends, I tend to feel the world is not fair. Every morning I feel like a chicken waiting to be killed.”
So this morning as usual, I am at the spot waiting to be picked up by the bus driver. I kind of enjoy where I stay waiting for the bus, it’s not noisy and gives me the opportunity to think on my own. I have just one friend in school and since most of our periods are not together, I am mostly on my own. Not that I am complaining, I love been alone. At least I can suffer alone.
At times I don’t feel like a 12 year old, it’s like I am a teenager. I would like to run away from this town for high school. My only joy is been able to play for the Yankees baseball team as the pitcher in the little league. It’s such a lovely feeling.
Oh! The bus is approaching!
I entered the bus, Boris is sitting in the middle of his friends, Sheeran and Stiles, and he called out to me from the back,
“Rabbit's twin named Tyler how was your night in the baby couch?”
Everyone would laugh, sometimes including the bus driver. It was so much fun to them. But there is a girl in school whose smile never seems to reach her face when I am bullied. She is quite and intelligent always topping the school. Today is no exception; she sits in a corner briefly displaying a white set of teeth. I think I have a crush on her. Her name is Joan.
I quickly find a seat, stare at the window and my world of imagination come back, at times I don’t notice what’s going on around me. It’s a 20 minutes drive to school. It’s already 7:35 a.m. I love my wrist watch, it was gotten for me by grandma though it looks like it didn’t cost a cent, but I admire it a lot. Makes me feel like a computer geek. Geek? Whatever the meaning is. Duh!
“What kind of world celebrates bullying?” I thought aloud. Well it’s another Monday morning after a rather peaceful weekend. Thank God it’s my last year in elementary school. Ooh la!
I got to my locker just in time this morning before the bell is rung for the first period and as I opened my locker it was as though I was watching a horror movie. My eyes were immediately filled with tears. I couldn’t believe it was possible. It was a Monday morning for God’s sake! I was not brought up to be religious, in fact I doubted the existence of any God and this made me question this decision further. How could Boris do this? Not again!
“Hi Tyler! Did you enjoy the early morning tea?” Boris said. Suddenly I heard laughs ringing like a bell around me as I continued crying, my back was turned to Boris. His voice came from behind me. I looked in Boris direction and saw him in the middle of Sheeran and Stiles all laughing hard at how I looked.
It was few minutes before class everyone had to look into my locker and the crazy smell coming from it and I kept wondering if indeed there was a God. In my locker was POOP, obviously put there by Boris and his gang. In any case I have suffered something similar before.
I was once put in the schools’ big dust bin, and no one knew I was there unless of course Sheeran and Stiles who put me there and whom must have been under the influence of gang leader Boris. Refuse was dumped with different shades of smell, oh my! It was a terrible day just like all days where I get bullied. Not until the bin was about to be disposed was I able to get out.
I had to run home on foot no bus for me that day; it would have been bad to do so because I smell so bad. As I ran I silently prayed I would not meet grandma at the door so I could dash to my room and freshen before I went down to eat.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!” the bell just rang for first period. Everyone dispersed; there and then it registered on me how mighty the effect of what Boris had done. I left some of my books in my locker room. First period is Math and here I am my math notebook covered in poop. Damn!
With swollen eyes on a Monday morning I walked slowly to class.
So here is the reward for following this story,
I will be posting the remaining chapters of this story for the next five days, like I said its a campaign, so I will be sharing my payout with my readers, upvoters and those that resteem this particular story.
Been my audience for the next five days would definitely make me a fan of your quality content.
More attention would be paid to those who can also share their bullying stories here in the comment.
Together we could stop bullying, I was a victim kinda and I know how it feels. No wonder some commit suicide.
You can still join us at #dolphinschool bootcamp. Trust me the knowledge gained thus far is priceless.
Thank you for sharing such a strong topic. Bullying is very real and very said. My husbands cousin was around 12 I think and committed suicide. I was bullied very bad in the 4th grade. My family moved to a new town and I had to start going to a school where I was 1 of 3 white kids. The rest of the children were of color. I didn't have a problem with them being black but they sure had a problem with me being white. I was picked on by these kids everyday. I would physically become sick. I went to nurses station so much at the school the nurse eventually told me that I was faking it and needed to stop coming in everyday. Luckily I only had to finish out a few months of 4th grade and my mom placed me in a very good school after that.
I gave you a shout out in my assignment post today - [Do You Got Jokes?](Hey! Checkout blog post on eSteem! esteem://funny/@magicalmoonlight/do-you-got-jokes-1c3bf374bfc8e)
Wow. Bullying is a terrible thing and it just scares me stupid. How would we be subjected to racial or cyber bullying. Its a menace that needs to be dealt with and we all need to voice our concerns. Our children are suffering. And we can not keep quiet. Thanks for the shoutout, @magicalmoonlight
Powerful story - years ago my sons friend committed suicide due to bullying - it was an awful time!! I'm interested to read your next installment.
oh! Thats terrible! Together we can voice our hatred towards bullies. Preaching the message of love.
YESSSS! This is what I'm talking about. Excellent writing, great story telling, compelling content and great audience engagement. Critique. More white space, break up your paragraphs, just a bit more, maybe some more images? But, all in all, a successful post and I'm giving it a full upvote, something I can't do on every dolphinschool post, to make up for not seeing it sooner. Good job. BTW, I was the guy that stood up for bullied kids in school. I tried never to fight the bullies, but sometimes they attacked me and I had to put them in their place. Sorry if this is your real story, that I was not there to defend you, my friend. Nicely done!!
In Nigeria our high schools are tagged secondary schools, I was seen a mama's boy and it took a while for me to stand up for myself. Those experiences could murder one's self esteem. Thanks for the critiquing @markrmorrisjr.
When I was in elementary, there are lots of kids my age in my neighborhood. We all grew up going to the same grade school and we are all good friends. The year we entered Middle School, everything changed. I'm not sure how I got chosen to be outcasted, but I became the target of every bully in school and everyone I had been friends with throughout my childhood bailed on me. I was bullied he relentlessly until the 10th grade when a boy a year ahead of me took notice and started to stand up for me. Although it didn't help me to make any friends, the bullying did stop. I ended up marrying that boy. I still don't have any friends, but the friends I have are very good friends. I believe that the bullying I experienced when I was young contributed to the social anxiety I have now. But in my day-to-day life I'm surrounded by my good friends and my family who love me, so I guess everything turned out okay.
Wow @powellx5, your story is so touching and sad. I am glad someone stood up for you. Its pretty hard to believe that you once had social anxiety. It seemed non-existent in your manner approach and your audience engagement.
I'm actually writing today about the way I've approached engagement on Steemit. After this particular post, which was excellent by the way, and the day 7 assignment (ugh, I've fallen 3 full days behind, but I'm making up the assignments!!) and a comment from @markrmorrisjr, I've been thinking about being real and sharing about anxiety and down moods.