Bad Days

    Hi, I’m Brian, and this is my story. It all started in kindergarten. I was six years old. Kindergarten was going well, except for Lia. You probably don’t know who Lia is. Well, Lia was the meanest person in the whole kindergarten. Yes, that might sound crazy, but it’s true! She bullied almost the whole kindergarten, but she bullied me the most. I don’t know why, I did nothing to her. But she just chose me for some odd reason. Maybe it’s because I’m shy, or she just thinks I’m weird.

Now I’m in eighth grade and 12 years old. Eighth grade just started and well yes, Lia’s still here, also in eighth grade. I wish she would just move away or… I’m just not gonna say it.

“BRIAN!!! GET UP!”

“Coming, Mom!” I yelled down. I ran down the stairs quickly.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, honey. Why don’t you make yourself some pancakes?”

“Okay, mom.” I made myself some pancakes and eggs.

“Brian, are you done? We can’t be late again.”

“Yes Mom, I’m done,” I said.

“Brian, get in the car.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said. We drove about ten minutes to my school.

“Okay, honey, you’re here. Have a good day.”

“Thanks, Mom. Have a good day.” I slid out of the car.

Okay, another day of school. Let’s hope Lia isn’t here today. Whenever Lia wasn’t at school, it was a miracle. But then I saw her. Hanging out with Jade, her best friend.

Jade says she doesn’t like bullying people, but I don’t believe her because she bullies a lot, too. She says she just bullies because Lia does.

Lia and Jade look at me. I quickly look away. Uhm that was so awkward. I’ll just go to my first class. I walked slowly into class.

“Oh Brian, I need to talk to you about something,” Mr. Bee said.

“Oh, okay,” I say.

“Okay. So Brian, it says here you didn’t finish the assignment that was due yesterday.”

“Oh sorry, I got kinda distracted.”

“It’s fine. Just turn it in tomorrow. You can have a seat.”

“Thanks, Mr. Bee.” I took my seat.

School is finally over luckily. I felt like I was trapped there for so long! I started my trip home. I was just a few steps outside the school, when suddenly … “Lia? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you two have met?” my mom says.

Lia looks at me funny.

“Brian honey. Remember when I told you about Josh, my new boyfriend?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well. Lia is Josh’s daughter.”

“WHAT?”

“So, Lia is your new sister!”

“NO. NO. NO.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m going home.” This is terrible.

“Oh, yeah. Lia will take the room right across the hall from you so you guys can talk!”

I nod and walk home.

Why is this happening to me? First, I get bullied by Lia. Second, I do not like Josh. Third! I don’t know what to say for third.

This is a disaster! I wonder how long I’ll have to live with Lia. I hope Mom breaks up with Josh. Josh is so mean, and he treats my mom really badly. Well, I don’t know that exactly, but if he’s anything like his daughter. And suddenly Lia walks into my home.

“Hey Weirdo,” says Lia.

“What do you want, Lia?” I say.

“Well isn’t it my house, now?”

“NO!” I say. “This is MY house, Lia! NOT yours.”

“No, it’s mine.” Lia says.

“KIDS! DINNER’S READY!”

“Coming!” I yell down. I walk downstairs and Lia follows me. “What’s for dinner?” I ask.

“Lia’s favorite, tacos!”

“Oh. okay,” I say sadly.

“Thanks, I guess,” Lia says coldly.

I would be so happy getting my favorite food if I was Lia, I think to myself. And she just says ‘Thanks, I guess?’ That’s so rude. I’ll just eat. So I did.

“Okay. I’m done. I’ll go to my room,” I said.

“Don’t forget to make Lia feel right at home,” my mom and Josh said.

“Yeah, whatever.” I went to my room and slammed the door.

Three years later … Hey, I’m 15 years old, now. Lia and I are getting along now. I’m so glad I went to that communication class. It helped me so much. I’m finally having the life I always wanted. Thanks to my mom. She noticed I acted strange near Lia. I stopped talking with my mom and Josh. She hated the silent treatment and demanded to know what was going on. So I told her all about the bullying. Lia denied NOTHING. There was no way she could lie and keep a straight face. Both my mom and Josh demanded we go to this communication class together. It really helped, and it all worked out. I’m happy I told her about all the bullying. So that’s my story. Bye!