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The Bully (Part 1)"Come on then!" the girl screamed. "You little wimp! Why don't you fucking stand up for yourself?" Her teeth were gritted menacingly, and the circle behind her closed in on me, identical expressions to that of the girl whose lead they were following. The circle got tighter, and my vision was a blur of angry, sneering faces. Tears streamed down my face, and I lashed out with my arms. They hit something solid. A wall. I jerked awake, and realised that I was safe in my bed. It was just a nightmare. My face crumpled up, and I hid it from the invisible person staring at me in my darkened room. My shoulders shook as I cried silently. It wasn't just a nightmare, though. My life had gone horribly wrong the minute I walked into that classroom on my first day, and accidently knocked Pauline Wayne's books off of the table. It seemed so trivial to my mother when I told her that first evening. She didn't understand just who Pauline was. You don't mess with Pauline. You don't get in her bad books. That's why the entire class halted when Pauline stood to her full height of 5 feet and 4 inches. No teacher was yet present, and the room was so silent, I could swear that the class, including the half deaf boy at the other side of the room, could hear my heart pounding. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" she screamed. "Pick them up!" I didn't need to be asked twice. I bent over to pick them up, and immediately someone lifted my skirt up high, baring my pink knickers to the world. The class started to laugh, and I didn't dare to do anything but put the books silently on the Pauline's table, and slink silently into a chair, utterly humiliated. I was sitting on a table by myself, because there were no vacant seats next to anyone else. There was one, but I didn't dare sit in it, because the person on the table gave me such a dirty look that I just sat in the table at the back in the corner. The teacher entered the room just then, and Pauline turned around and gave me a look that plainly said, "I'll get you later, don't you worry." But I did. I was the new girl. I hadn't a friend in the entire school, and already, before morning was over, I was the victim of the school bully. It seemed never ending. The day had dragged on and on, and after form at the end of the day, I tried to slip away home, but Pauline and her gang were waiting for me outside the school gates. I had no chance. There were about twenty of them in total. Girls and boys alike. The girls were all wearing make-up, because it was against the rules, the boys wearing trainers, because it was against the rules, and were scruffy, with mud caked into their hair, smeared across their faces, and down their shirts. Something that was common of both the boys and girls in the group was that they were all after me, to humiliate and hurt me. At that point in time, I didn't know how much. Pauline advanced on me, hands on hips, short jet black hair fluttering in the wind, red lipstick enhancing her famous sneer, and the black around her eyes making them pierce into mine more than they were already. Two of the boys had me pinned against a red brick wall by my arms, and no amount of struggling would get me free. Pauline got her fist ready, and landed a punch in my stomach. I doubled over in pain, and the boys let me go, making me fall to the floor. They all satisfied themselves with a few kicks each to my rib cage and my legs, and walked off as though nothing had happened. I lay there, and eventually managed to stagger to my feet, and back home.
Part 2 of The Bully
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