Honestly fuck Monday. I'm not even in the mood to go to school. I've had more than 3 medications and i think I'm starting to get addicted to painkillers.
As much as I don't want to go back to my old ways. I was happy. Now, everyone and everything is depressing me.
I walked past to my locker since I have the books I needed. Then a teacher, Mrs. Visser stopped me right after bell rang for registration class.
Could this get any worse. Argh. Walking into the discipline office, I definitely sense trouble.
I didn't do anything wrong so what else could they call me for.
"Miss Watson do you know why I called you here?" I shaked my head. "Well I've heard that you were being verbally bullied and was in incident that you did not report to anyone. It's been over a year already."
I looked down at my shoes. I know she was talking about the attempted rape I never spoke of to anyone. Not even my family.
I was still not ready to face it. Trying to pretend that it never happened but insecurities creeps back in whenever I'm with a guy. Then I start over thinking.
I know people that was finding out was thinking I wanted attention but if I did, it would've came out from my mouth. Not Chris'. Not De'arra's.
Joking around and thinking it's a lie about something serious when it mostly happens in high school can seriously ruin a person. I was so close to go near to death and everything else behind. They were frastruating me.
Her eyes were scaring the living shit out of me.
"Please fill in this incident form and I will call your parents." I jumped up quickly, "No, please don't."
I begged but I was ignored. That's when for the first time this year, I was sobbing hard. I felt like I was swollowing thick bullets through my throat. Being choked. Kiara tried comforting me back to class. But air from my lungs was taken away. Panic attack. Or asthma.
After a few minutes drinking water, bell rang for the first period. Afrikaans. Shit.
A quarter past of a double period, I still blankly looked at the form. I had no choice.
I asked Brandon who was sitting next to me. He can really be annoying sometimes. I asked him what was Bitch Asses last name.
He checked on Scadys since all our personal profile of the school is there. Literally everything. Even your class timetable and phone number.
He showed me and nodded. Writing out all the information on the form. I know I should be focusing in class but this whole thing was bugging me.
Name of learner:
Elena Mai Watson
Date of incident:
November 2017
Where it occurred:
Home
Who was involved?
Elena Mai Watson
Chris Jordan
De'arra Montéz
Kiara Wilder
Brandon Marshall
What happened?
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Faking It... | ✓
Non-FictionElena Mai Watson was never the target of being used or bullied. She used to be herself until her kindness was taken for granted. Life in high school is never fair. There'll always be people we have to face in order to move on. There'll be obstacles...
