My terrible school days.
“Come on Leanne, time to get up now” I rolled over to see my mum at my bedroom door, “Ok Mum, I said, “I’ll be up in a minute.” I glanced at the clock on my wall, it was five past eight. Time for another unbearable day at school. We lived in the house right next to the school so I had no excuse for being late.
Once I was dressed, I sat at the table with my stomach churning with fear as I tried to eat my breakfast. I hardly ate anything back in those days, worried sick about what might happen. I couldn’t bring myself to eat very much, so I lost a lot of weight.
Ten to nine, it was time to leave and no words could describe how much i dreaded the day ahead. I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to my Mum and proceeded to walk to school with my sister.
The teasing usually started the minute I stepped out of the drive way. “Look there’s lanky Leanne,” they’d curse. They called me that because i was tall and slim. My sister Deborah was usually quick to give them a mouthful back. “Leave her alone,” she’d shout back at them, but they wouldn’t listen.
Over time the taunting got worse and the bullies would push and shove me around, but too scared to say a word, I just tried to ignore them. I even got used as a punch bag some days.
Every day of my entire school life, they would tell me I was ugly and that I was flat chested, they told me that I might as well kill myself as I was a nobody going nowhere. Things got so bad that even my friends were too scared to hang around with me in case they got tormented too. I was really lonely in my school days.
I cried every day praying that they would just leave me alone. I just wanted to die. Although all the terrorising I had to put up with in my school days took away most of my confidence at the time, I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to be somebody.
When I told everyone at school that I had landed a Modelling contract in Milan on the catwalks, none of them believed me and so the bullying got much worse, but when I took a year out of school to go on the tour, it got splashed all over the papers and put up on the notice board at school.
When I returned it was so strange to see that everyone who tormented me all of a sudden wanted to be best friends with me, and it felt even better to be able to tell them where to go. None of them said a word after that. I still suffer from depression and low self esteem from time to time but things are alot better now. I am currently writing a sci fi novel and I am almost finished writing a teenage drama, no guessing as to what it’s about… in amongst some other projects I have on the go at present. So fingers crossed for some more success.
Just in case my bullies read this, I would just like to say to you that now you are all grown up, I would hope you’d agree, that what you did to me was mindless and despicable. You took away my identity and it’s only now that I am finding out who I am. Nothing will stop me. Not even you and what you did to me. You have only made me even more determained to succeed. So thankyou!
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