(this is an actual picture of the school i really used to go to from grades 2 to 6my school.)
As the tone sounds, children of all ages flooded out of the building. One girl in particular ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She slowed to a stop as she approached a crowd that blocked the sidewalk. The crowd hissed and snickered at the girl as it slowly parted and a tall figure loomed over the girl. She stared up at the figure with sad eyes that gave off not of look of a girl begging for mercy, but of a girl that seemed empty inside. The figure raised it�s hand and brought it down hard, and immediately, the crowed gathered around the two, howling and yelling. When the others left and the side walk was finally clear, the only thing anyone saw as a the small girl laying on her back, staring into the sky.
When the girl finally returned home with torn clothes and a ripped back pack dragging behind her. She got her usual greeting from her parents.
�Another fight on the way home?� Patricia said with a look of concern . �Zeretta, when are you going to stand up to those kids? I hate seeing you walk through that door like this everyday�
The girl said nothing as she glanced up at Patricia, then back down at the floor. �It�s not my fault I�m so weird�� heads straight for her room.
For many a day Zeretta�s been tortured and teased by her peers. As a matter of fact, she�s now grown accustomed to these encounters to where she doesn�t even shed a tear anymore. Everyday she would try and find new ways around the kids, but would never make it home all the way.
She did have a few friends. Such as a younger girl, Latia, and Indira, who, as they got older, separated her self from Zeretta. After the day Latia moved away Zeretta was picked on even more, and more. Until one day, A girl that was one year older approached her. She was a snobby little girl with long flowing blonde hair, and wore a kiddish pink skirt and matching blouse. Janet, I believe her name was.
She stomped her way up to Zeretta in the play ground, mischievously smiling.
�Well well well. Weirdo decided to show up after all.�
Zeretta stood there, quietly staring at the girl.
The girl bursts into a laugh ,�What�s the matter? Too scared to say anything? � She pushed Zeretta to the ground.
Zeretta merely brushed herself off and stood up as the girl continued to laugh and taunt her. Everyone around her began to laugh. Even some of the monitors watched as they snickered under their breath. She looked around steadily growing angrier by the second, and even started to growl a little. In a split second of pure rage, she drew her hand back and punched the girl square on her nose. That poor girl fell onto her back and laid there motionless. Everyone stopped laughing and stared at Zeretta, now with frightened looks on her face. Zeretta kneeled down to the girl a look of satisfaction rather than worry.
An older boy pushed his way to the crowd.
�What�What did you to do my sister!?�
He grabbed Zeretta by the arm, and without thinking about it, Zeretta grabbed his hand and effortlessly flung him into the side of the school building. As he tried to regain himself, she ran up behind him, grabbing him by the back of his head and slammed his face into the brick wall.
At that moment, the monitors were blowing on whistles around their necks, running up to Zeretta. She slipped away from them and into the school building. Trying to out run or lose the adults, she ran into the schools auditorium and hid underneath a row of seats. As they looked for her, she moved from under one row to another without making a sound, and into a small opening in the wall. After the adults gave up searching the auditorium for her, she quietly left from her hiding place and made her way to her classroom and gathered her things. Then, she leaped right out the window and headed for home.
The next few days were spent in her room. She didn�t know what came over her or why she did what she did, but Zeretta did know one thing, she enjoyed herself the entire time.
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