Saturday, May 12, 2012
Santannas Request. Bullying Story
This is the bully story that Santanna requested. Hope you enjoy it! Tell me if I should continue or if it sucks. :)
I felt sick. I really wanted no part in what my friends were doing, but I'd been part of it since the beginning. That meant I didn't really have a choice now. If I backed out these so called friends of mine would start to pick on me. They would call me a fag or a coward, or maybe even a pussy. I couldn't deal with that. I may not look it but I spent the majority of my life trying to fit in and I wasn't about to risk it all. Not for him. So I did as I was told.
I pushed the kid into the wall, elbowed him in the chest and let go. I backed away, but I knew the beating wasn't over yet. The other boys in the group would continue to beat him up. While they did he always kept his eyes closed but when it was my turn, he opened them. He'd open them just wide enough that I could see the tears in his eyes. I don't know why he did it, maybe he knew I was more sensitive than the others. I can't say.
My head was snapped back into reality when Rick started yelling something at him. Rick was short in stature, but definitely a force to be reckoned with. No one took him lightly or they payed the price. So when he started cussing the boy out I didn't even think about stepping in. I realize now that maybe I should have.
"You ugly little brat! No one could ever love you! Not even your parents!" Rick screamed.
I thought about that. The kid we beat up every Friday. He wasn't really what the girls would call hot, but then again I only saw him when he was bleeding and broken. There was only one time that I had seen him in the hall. That was the day I found out why we beat him up.
About a year ago, I noticed him in the hall and it took me a minute to see it was him. His hair was gold. I'd never noticed it before. I'd only seen him with his hat on. His eyes were green. I knew that because the tears always brought out the vibrant color of them. At first I thought that was the reason Rick beat him up, jealousy. Then I realized what he was doing. He was talking to the school counselor. It didn't take me long to figure out what they were talking about.
"Mr.Lioyd, I can't go home. Not yet anyway. I think its best if I don't go home for awhile," the boy said.
"I see. You can stay at the home for awhile. I wont tell your foster parents," Mr.Lioyd said casually.
My heart stopped. That was why we beat him up. Not because Rick was jealous but because he was different. He was a foster kid.
I didn't find out his name until six months later. It was a Friday night and like always Rick was looking for the kid. If you hadn't seen Rick beat the kid up you would wonder if he had some type of lust for the kid. In a way, he did. He had the lust of seeing this kid cry. Maybe he had been rejected by the kid or something. But it didn't matter because he never got what he wanted, he never even got a rise out of the kid. At least, not until that night.
The kid must've been in a pretty bad mood. Not a thing Rick said seemed to phase him. After a particularly rude comment about having no name, the kid snapped.
"I have a name. And it happens to be a normal name. Just. Like. Yours," he spit out coldly. Everyone except Rick had backed away from the kid. The fire that was burning in his eyes scared us.
He pushed Rick into the wall and punched him in the gut. As Rick groaned the boy spit out something else. Something only I heard.
"My name is Tyeler. You'd better not forget it,"that what he said. After that he'd turned on his heel and walked away.
We hadn't bothered him for four months. Not until now.
In the present Rick was still yelling at him, and Tyler, Tyeler just stood there like he could really care less. But I knew it was all an act. He may have been a victim of bullying , but he still had pride. Pride that wouldn't let his enemies see him hurt. It was stupid. If he would just cry Rick would have stopped beating him up. He could have been saved for a day but thats how pride is, stupid.
"You know that last fight we got into? Well that punch you gave me? Didn't even bruise me. So what do you say to that nameless boy?" Rick screamed.
Rick was actually still sporting a bruise from that punch. But a bluff is a bluff. I could tell that Tyeler didn't believe Rick. Rick never was any good at lying. By that point, Tyler had had enough. He stood from his position on the floor, calmly pushed Rick away from himself and walked away. I knew then that he was far stronger than any one of us had thought. I wish now that I would have told someone, anyone about it.
I felt sick. I really wanted no part in what my friends were doing, but I'd been part of it since the beginning. That meant I didn't really have a choice now. If I backed out these so called friends of mine would start to pick on me. They would call me a fag or a coward, or maybe even a pussy. I couldn't deal with that. I may not look it but I spent the majority of my life trying to fit in and I wasn't about to risk it all. Not for him. So I did as I was told.
I pushed the kid into the wall, elbowed him in the chest and let go. I backed away, but I knew the beating wasn't over yet. The other boys in the group would continue to beat him up. While they did he always kept his eyes closed but when it was my turn, he opened them. He'd open them just wide enough that I could see the tears in his eyes. I don't know why he did it, maybe he knew I was more sensitive than the others. I can't say.
My head was snapped back into reality when Rick started yelling something at him. Rick was short in stature, but definitely a force to be reckoned with. No one took him lightly or they payed the price. So when he started cussing the boy out I didn't even think about stepping in. I realize now that maybe I should have.
"You ugly little brat! No one could ever love you! Not even your parents!" Rick screamed.
I thought about that. The kid we beat up every Friday. He wasn't really what the girls would call hot, but then again I only saw him when he was bleeding and broken. There was only one time that I had seen him in the hall. That was the day I found out why we beat him up.
About a year ago, I noticed him in the hall and it took me a minute to see it was him. His hair was gold. I'd never noticed it before. I'd only seen him with his hat on. His eyes were green. I knew that because the tears always brought out the vibrant color of them. At first I thought that was the reason Rick beat him up, jealousy. Then I realized what he was doing. He was talking to the school counselor. It didn't take me long to figure out what they were talking about.
"Mr.Lioyd, I can't go home. Not yet anyway. I think its best if I don't go home for awhile," the boy said.
"I see. You can stay at the home for awhile. I wont tell your foster parents," Mr.Lioyd said casually.
My heart stopped. That was why we beat him up. Not because Rick was jealous but because he was different. He was a foster kid.
I didn't find out his name until six months later. It was a Friday night and like always Rick was looking for the kid. If you hadn't seen Rick beat the kid up you would wonder if he had some type of lust for the kid. In a way, he did. He had the lust of seeing this kid cry. Maybe he had been rejected by the kid or something. But it didn't matter because he never got what he wanted, he never even got a rise out of the kid. At least, not until that night.
The kid must've been in a pretty bad mood. Not a thing Rick said seemed to phase him. After a particularly rude comment about having no name, the kid snapped.
"I have a name. And it happens to be a normal name. Just. Like. Yours," he spit out coldly. Everyone except Rick had backed away from the kid. The fire that was burning in his eyes scared us.
He pushed Rick into the wall and punched him in the gut. As Rick groaned the boy spit out something else. Something only I heard.
"My name is Tyeler. You'd better not forget it,"that what he said. After that he'd turned on his heel and walked away.
We hadn't bothered him for four months. Not until now.
In the present Rick was still yelling at him, and Tyler, Tyeler just stood there like he could really care less. But I knew it was all an act. He may have been a victim of bullying , but he still had pride. Pride that wouldn't let his enemies see him hurt. It was stupid. If he would just cry Rick would have stopped beating him up. He could have been saved for a day but thats how pride is, stupid.
"You know that last fight we got into? Well that punch you gave me? Didn't even bruise me. So what do you say to that nameless boy?" Rick screamed.
Rick was actually still sporting a bruise from that punch. But a bluff is a bluff. I could tell that Tyeler didn't believe Rick. Rick never was any good at lying. By that point, Tyler had had enough. He stood from his position on the floor, calmly pushed Rick away from himself and walked away. I knew then that he was far stronger than any one of us had thought. I wish now that I would have told someone, anyone about it.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I Lied
okay. I took on a request a little while ago. I was really excited to write it. Now it's a bit on a backburner because.... I have writers block!!! Joy! I have not ben able to write since I got my artists profile assignment from my english teacher. Whom I love! But this project is extremely stressful for me and I don't believe I will be able to write until the end of fourth quarter. I apologize. I wish i could write your request story Santanna but, honestly, I cant even think of a name for a character. Sorry. Maybe I'll just post my narrowing process and that will erase my writers block. LOL
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