narrative 2 - Bullying . The victim.

I'm walking down the halls, and everyone stares after me in lust. They want to be my friend, they want to be just like me. I recieve high-fives and nods of recognition, and the worlds a happy place. I'm happy and I feel as if nothign can beat me.

Then the screaming alarm clock wakes me from the dream I wish could be my reality. I pull the blanket over my head and try to get myself back to where I just was, but my mother comes in and tells me to get ready for school. Get ready for a school that is nothing like in my dreams.

It doesn't matter if I tell anyone how I feel, they won't listen. All I know is I won't take this much longer. So I jump up and throw on my tattered shirt, hand me down jeans and cheap shoes. I then eat my stale cereal, then head for the bus. This is when the torture starts. Tony is on there, and he's the most popular guy in school. Everyday is pure torture with him around, but no one seems to notice but his friends who laugh along.

It starts with spit balls and gum thrown in my hair; then when we reach Richwood High, they stalk me down the corridor and antagonize me trying to scare me.

'Brian! Come here f*gg*t! Tony yells, making his friends laugh even harder. I learned early to just keep walking but today is different, he has a surprise for me. He pulls me into the bathroom, and before I know it my head is face first into the toilet. Welcome to the world of swirley.

After ten minutes of pure hell, they finally get bored and leave. I wait a minute to make sure they're gone before slumping down to the floor and crying. That's all I need is more nicknames like 'crybaby', or 'wimp.'

Soon enough I calm down enough to look at my watch. I'm late for class, so I have to jog to get there. The only recognition I get is a detention slip for lunch. Nothing at all like in my dream.

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Sooner then I think, my lunch detention is finished, and there's only 15 minutes left until next period. It hasn't been a half bad day, no conact with Tony since this morning. MAybe be went home. So I go to the cafeteria and buy myself a slice of pizza.

I relax and start to eat, but I was celebrating too soon. Mid chew, I taste paint and feel it running down my face. Im now purple and Tony and his gang run laughing as hard as they can.

I quickly jump to my feet and run as fast as I can out of the school. The wind is drying the purple paint into my hair, as tears mix in. I have no idea where i'm running too, I just need to get away from the laughing school population.

Before I know it i'm home and I suddenly know what i'm looking for. A way out. No one's home, so no one can stop me. I saunter down the hallway to my parents closet. Suddenly I drop to my knees in search of the box.

Inside that box is my way one ticket to a better place. The pistol who is now my friend, is cool to the touch, and as I load it It makes me feel relieved.  I bring that pistol to my temple and take a few deep breaths. I'm finally done with the pain, I'm finally going to be happy in a place filled with people who love me. My finger twitches the trigger and all thats left is blood and paint. I'm finally complete.