Ice was getting bullied yet again. This time, the bullies took his pencil-case and wasn’t returning it.
‘Give it back!’ He yelled at the bullies. The bullies just snickered, and kept making fun of him. Ice was getting angrier and angrier. But he had no solution. He knew the bullies were trying to make him beg for his pencil-case, but he had his ego. He won’t give what the bullies want from him. He won’t let himself get low in front of the bullies. He won’t.
‘Give it back!’ Ice yelled again, as his pencil-case one again flew over him and into another bully’s claws. The bullies just snickered again, and shook his pencil case in front of him, making fun of him again. Just then, their home room teacher came in. It felt like a beam of light in the middle of storm to Ice. Maybe she would help him and teach the bullies a lesson! Ice walked quickly over to his homeroom teacher.
‘Ms, those dragons aren’t giving back my pencil-case. Can you do something about it?’ He asked his teacher hopefully. But he didn’t expect what he heard in reply.
‘What do you want? What do you want me to do, Ice? That’s your problem. Learn to deal with your problems, Ice! You’re 13! You’re old enough to deal with that!’ His teacher scolded at him. Ice looked at her, shocked, and hurt. But the teacher ignored the look, and continued towards her desk and sat down. Hurt and shocked, Ice walked back over to his desk, where his bullies were snickering at him. He ignored them, but couldn’t deny that all the snickering and making fun of him always left him a scar. Trying to shut down his feelings, Ice sat down on his desk once more, and just looked straight forward. He was going to tell his mother about it, and ask for help.
-An hour later-
School was finished, and Ice almost home. He was going to tell his mother about what happened at school. He was going to teach his bullies a lesson. He unlocked the door of his home, and went in.
‘I’m home!’ Ice yelled into his home. His mom replied by ‘How was school?’, and that was what Ice was waiting for. ‘About that, I have something to talk about.’ He replied.
‘Oh? What’s that?’ his mom asked.
‘The bullies. They keep bothering me. Can you do something about it? I told the home room teacher, but she won’t do anything,telling me that I’m old enough to deal with it myself.’
‘Umm… Ice. I think your teacher’s right. You’re old enough to deal with it yourself. Did you ask the dragons about bothering you nicely?’
At that, Ice was shocked. His home room teacher was one, but never did he think his own mother would talk to him like that! ‘Of course I did! Please, mom, can’t you do something about it?’
‘No, Ice. Deal with it yourself. I’m not helping you.’ His mom said, shocking him furthermore. Ice looked at his mother in disbelief. Then the shock turned into anger and sadness. ‘Fine.’ Ice said. ‘Fine.’
Ice went to his room, and got his portable multimedia player. It was something he treasured, as he watched movies and read books off it. He threw it on the floor, smashing it in anger and sadness. ‘Fine. If you don’t care about me, then why did you buy me this? Huh? Why?! Why did you even lay me?!’
‘Ice!’ His mother yelled at him. ‘Stop that right now!’
‘Why?’ Ice yelled. ‘You don’t even care about me! Why should I stop?’
‘Don’t be unreasonable! Stop that right now!’ His mother yelled.
‘You’re the one being unreasonable! And I’m not stopping!’ Ice yelled as he stepped on the portable media player. His mother yelled at him again, but he didn’t hear what she said. He just banged the door of his room closed behind him.
-A few years later-
‘So that’s one of the events that happened.’ Ice finished explaining to his mom. ‘I wasn’t really happy about that event. Other dragons put porn and such in my locker as well. And did much more than I could remember.’
‘I’m sorry… I didn’t know I acted like that. You were the only one who survived my first clutch that I thought you were strong and… I’m sorry.’ Ice’s mother said.
Ice sighed. It was hard enough for him to remember what happened. It was even harder to solve the past problems. He really wanted to avoid whatever that happened during he was 13. It was not the best life of his life. And it would probably be the scar of his life.
‘It’s ok…’ Ice said. What else can he say?
Sorry for not updating for a while. I was out of ideas.
This story is based off of my middle school life. I was bullied back then. And this is just one of the events that happened.
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