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I sat there.My heart rate was rapidly rising
As I was waiting for him to come
And hurt me.
I waited there, petrified.
My friends wouldn’t stand in for me
As they had experienced
The same pain before.
There I was, sat all alone,
In the very corner
Of the monstrous playground.
His playground.
There he was,
Standing with nine, maybe ten cowards.
Coming towards me in no hurry.
He stood over me.
I felt like a tourist scared of heights,
At the bottom of the Eiffel tower.
He hurt me, as usual.
Tears trickling, I stood up.
Back to my class line,
My break time task was done.
I went home.
‘Don’t suffer in silence.’
Told my parents.
They said to tell my teacher.
I told the teacher.
She told Darren
And he got well told off!
So he was well annoyed.
The next time he saw me,
It hurt, harder than usual.
I spoke to my Auntie, who told me
That I must be confident in myself,
trust myself, back myself.
I was a tiger, a great silverback gorilla.
A bear!
Yes a bear, I liked that.
I practised in the mirror, standing tall,
Being big, having a frightening look in my eyes.
He was going to be petrified of this
It could work.
It would work.
Second half...
You could ask me why,
But I couldn’t answer.
It is just what I do,
Every break time,
Without fail.
Sometimes if I am busy,
I will get it over and done with early,
But if I want him to stew a little,
I will wait almost to the whistle.
I don’t know why
I get upset,
Frustrated, annoyed.
No one plays with me like the other boys and
the teachers tell me off for no reason.
If I get it out of my system at break time
I usually have a better lesson.
Why him? Why not?
He never complains.
I wish we were friends, but it has gone past
that.
I can tell by looking
Into his despairing, pleading eyes.
He hates me.
I don’t know why I do it, I just do.
He hates me.
I hate me.
He is my only friend.
I can’t believe he told on me.
I got him good and proper,
Right at the end of play.
He won’t tell again.
I saw him today.
He looked different; his eyes.
He wasn’t really scared of me anymore,
In fact I was starting to make me
SCARED!!!
Then I went to kick him,
But
He shouted at me real loud.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
He looked like a giant bear.
Taller,
More confident, I felt miniscule.
He was no longer my easy target.
By Robert Brooks, Year 7
Ringwood School
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