Hey guys! So I decided to start fresh with a new story and I hope I won't get bored with updating this one. Haha. So my other one called "Broken", was supposed to be paranormal, but we didn't get to that part yet. So anyway, this will hopefully be better than that. It's going to be about two topics that I deeply care about. Thanks . Please leave feedback... I tend to lack descriptive details haha. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One: Melody "One drop is how it starts; one blink it's a waterfall..." I hate school. I hate it. Okay. Maybe I don't hate the building itself, but I hate the people inside. The teachers are just fine; they like a person like me, straight-A student. It's the others I despise. The "its". The other students in school. I have no friends. None. Zippo. It's kind of hard after what happened in elementary school. It's hard to forget, but even if I did, none of them would want to be my friend anyway. In elementary school, okay, I admit, I was fat. I was fat because when I came home from school crying about bullies, I'd eat. They'd call me "Big Belly Melly". It hurt a lot. They actually still do, sometimes, just to bring back the non reminiscing memories. In 6th grade, I decided to stop consuming so much food and to lose all the weight. I started skipping meals; it wasn't a big deal, at first, but then I constantly became dizzy and fainted a lot. The weight was gone, but I was more unhealthy than ever. My parents sent me to a nutritionist (which I still see to this day) and made me eat again. Currently, I purge; it's so much easier, I can eat as much as I want then throw it up later. No big deal. They also hate me because i accidentally knocked down Destiny Anderson off the swings in the first grade. She ran into me with her swing on purpose and flew off breaking her arm. The last reason why they hate me. Hm. It's because of my brother. He came in to pick me up from school one day with my mom in the 3rd grade. None of the other kids realized my brother had autism and started making fun of him when he would throw random fits. They say I have a messed up brother. He's 17 now, I'm 16, and I love him so much. My parents hate me. They always have. I think it started with my eating disorder and how they have to spend extra money on me rather than care for my brother. I only care because I constantly get yelled at; but that's it. Sometimes I wish they'd just understand... ---------------------------------------------- FREAK! BIG BELLY MELLY! Oh the signs I find on my locker every day. I rip them off and throw them away quickly before anyone else sees them. I walk swiftly back to my locker and grab my journal. My journal is my life. It's not a girly diary or anything, but I do love the arts in general. I love to sing, play guitar and to paint. I get to homeroom start doodling in my journal. "Ugh, look Fiona, it's the big stomach loser," a voice says behind me. I ignore them. "Ohmygoshhhh. Ew. Look at those folds. Not laying off the cake, Belly Melly?" the voice sounded babyish. "What are you gonna do, Melly? Starve yourself again? Such a freak," another voice laughs. Why are Destiny and her crew so mean? "Oh, don't worry. Her retarded brother will save her," another voice cackles. I run out the room tears in my eyes. I run straight to the bathroom and clutch my journal tightly. I open to a blank page in my journal and start writing words expressing my feelings. Sad. Depressed. Ugly. Fat. Screwed up. Disgusting. Hated. Confused. I blink back my tears, but they trickle down my face. Hot, burning tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope it's not too bad yet. I know I didn't put much detail in this update, but it's only the first one. I wrote this story because bullying is something everyone goes through. What many people might not understand is bullying is talking about others negatively and gossiping. I admit it, I've gossiped before, but I stopped. I didn't like what others said about me, so why should I do the same? We see this issue every day, on games like this and in school. Bullying has no true ending, but we can start with thinking about what you say before you say them. Sincerely, Shannon
Interesting. It's nice to see something on here that's different. While the high school setting is familiar, it isn't dripping with romance, and your grammar and vocabulary skills are excellent. Bullying is a relatable subject, yet few choose to pursue it in writing, as it can be quite difficult to write about. However, you have managed to capture the subject extremely well. I cannot tell exactly where this will go, but I'm sure it will be great. ~ᎢᎯᎦᎻ
Thanks so much . It means so much to me for your feedback. I chose a high school setting because it's something I can relate to, but thank you
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I wrap up myself and attempt to dry my eyes. They look red and swollen, mostly because I cry myself to sleep and I currently just cried. I take a deep breath and walk out the bathroom door, swinging open the door really hard. I nearly miss a tall boy with a his light brown hair spike up in the front. Oh great. Calvin Hawking and his crew. "Watch it, Fatty," he snickers at me. "Oh, um, sorry," I mumble. He takes a step closer to me, his tall, lanky body towering over me, "You better be, loser." His whole group, which is also the a combination of the best varsity football players and varsity basketball players, glare at me before they walk off. Phew. I thought as I ran into homeroom plopping down in my usual seat. I never told you why that crew hates me too. Well, in the sixth grade, I scored a goal when Calvin was the goalie in soccer. He's THE BEST in the whole town, so a loser like me kicking the winning goal was an insult to him. He's hated me since. "Destiny Anderson," my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Manoré, calls checking the attendance. "Here!" Destiny raises a perfectly manicured hand and waves it in the air. She goes down the row calling names and hearing people shout "here". "Melanie Pupher," she calls. "Here," I say a bit too loud. Everyone in the class snickers after she calls my name. Oh yeah. Did I mention another thing they bully me for? My last name, Pupher. It's pronounced "Pew-fer", but every teacher, including Mrs. Manoré, mispronounces it. They say, "Puffer", another thing to call me other than the many nicknames I'm called daily. The bell rings and I make my way to my History class avoiding eye contact with everyone in the hallway and walking fast. Each hallway is painted a color indicating the type of class in that area. For example, the red hallway, which my homeroom is in, is where the language classes are. I need to get to the green hallway for History classes. As I'm walking in the yellow hallway, I trip over someone's foot sticking out just for me. My binders fly everywhere and my papers spread across the hallways. I quickly try to grab my journal, but a big, black sneaker steps on my hand, crushing it. "Where you going, Loser?" a deep voice shouts above me. I don't even need to look up to see who it is. Of all three groups I mentioned so far, this one has to be the scariest, Drew Reynolds and his gang. Yep, that's right, they're a gang. A pants-sagging, weed smoking gang that happens to hate me too. Drew does this interesting whistle and his whole gang went around the hallway stepping on all my papers and binders, crumpling them up and leaving footprints on all my papers. I quickly try to shuffle all my papers together and stand up, but Drew pushes me against a locker, "Answer me, freak." "I'm trying to go to class," I whisper quietly. "Speak louder," he orders slapping my lips. "I need to get to class, Drew," I reply trying to sound calm and my lips tingling from the slap. "Minorities in life like you aren't allowed to use my name," he laughs and starts kicking me. I crunch myself up into a little ball to protect my head. Why did they choose today to beat me up? Normally it's just name calling and tripping. "Aw, wittle baby's scared," he says pretending to look sad. "Stop please. I'll um, do your homework for a month," I respond quickly. "My homework? Hmm. You're smart aren't ya. Fine, let's go boys," Drew whistles again. I never explained why Drew hates me right? Well, in 8th grade, someone ratted out to the principal that Drew smokes after school and gets high. When Drew asked who tattled, they all pointed their fingers in my direction. I know who really did, but that's a secret. I quickly grab all my papers and my binders off the hallway floors and try to run into my History classroom. I make it just when the bell rings and quickly sit down before the teacher begins. "Class, please answer the question written on the board and write down the homework. I need to step outside for a moment to talk to the principal. Behave yourselves," Mr. Walkins says quickly before running out the door. I sit quietly in my seat writing the answer to the question on the board. After I finish, I take out my journal and start drawing; it helps me pay no attention to the others in class. "One! Two! Three!" a random boy in my class shouts out. On the three, I'm pelted with spitballs and paper balls flying at me from all directions. I don't look up, but tears start welling up in my eyes. Why do they bother me of all people? ---------------------------------- Hey guys! Thanks for reading this story . Please encourage others to read it! I want people to be aware about the affects of bullying. Thanks .
I don't know if I should add romance... I mean; I could add it in to the ideas I already have, but bringing about a new character in a bullying story like this makes the answer obvious on what's going to happen to the reader.. A new guy comes to school that everyone thinks is super super hot but then he likes Melanie and blahblahblah.. Isn't that so typical?
Yesssssss but what if you make one of the bully's the love intrest and use what you've already given. Like the drew thing, make the person who really told a bonding thing and maybe he can be the love intrest and the other bully is the real snitch Ya know something different