Fighting Back

Being in first form was a really big deal for me. I was excited to finally be a high school student. I thought it would have been like the movies, where everyday is fun filled, you meet cool new friends and would look forward to returning the next day. All of this turned out to be true. I loved school and had made a couple new friends who made my days fun and exciting. Sadly, this positive feeling towards school was short lived because there was one thing I faced that the movies did not show me and that was bullying.
I dreaded the days when I had to go school because this group of boys from third form would not stop bullying me. Everyday at school I got abused emotionally and physically. It all started last week when they asked me for my lunch money and I told them I didn’t have any. They thought I was lying and punched me in my back. It was so painful that for the entire week I felt it. After that incident they would find something new to tease me about everyday.
“JoySport? Wah kinda bag dat? Yuh mada can’t afford Jansport,” the leader, David, would jeer.
Apart from the teasing, depending on which mood they were in they would pinch my arm or punch me in the stomach. I never thought of retaliating because these boys were in two grades higher than me. So every evening I would go home, head straight to my room and cry. At home mommy would notice that there was something bothering me.
“ You alright, Junior,” she would ask in a compassionate motherly voice.
“Yes mommy, I’m okay,” I would reply shyly.
“If you say so. Make sure you eat all you dinner tonight,” she said sternly.
I had not been eating much since the bullying started but that night just to please Mom I ate most of the food.
The next day after school, my friends and I were having a really interesting debate about who the better super hero was. Elizabeth and Brandon said it was superman and Brian and I were proving that it was actually batman.
“Clearly, batman is the better super hero because Superman has a weakness and batman don’t,” I argued.
Brian nodded his in agreement with me.
“As a matter of fact,” I added, “ Superman –“
I was interrupted by David and his friends,
“Wah kinda stupid argument this?” he and his friends laughed as if it was the funniest line they’ve ever heard.
“Give me $300, Joysport,” Paul said commandingly.
All my friends were looking at me with deep fear in their eyes. However Elizabeth looked on without fear as if she believed I had the courage the face these boys. It was the first they had ever come to me before my friends so I did not know how to react.
“You deaf little boy?” he asked staring at me with disgust.
“I already told you that I don’t bring lunch money to school.” I replied.
Upon hearing this Paul punched me in my eye and walked away with his friends. Embarrassed and in pain I told my friends bye and went home. Mommy came to open the grill for me and say that my eye was a swollen.
“What happen to you?”
I broke down crying, “Mommy this boy at school have been troubling me for weeks now and I never troubled him?”
“Weeks and you never do him anything?” she asked somewhat shocked
“Yes, mam.” I replied trying to wipe my tears.
Then mommy did something I had not expected. She went in the room for a belt and started to beat me.
“Me no raise no ediat!” she said as she whipped me with the belt, “fight back, you must fight back! Or I going to beat you again.”
I went to room and while I was there crying I decided that I could not be getting bullied at school then coming home to a beating from Mommy. That just wouldn’t work.
Wednesday at school David came to tease me while I was with my friend.
“That black eye look good on you,” he said laughing.
“Shut you mouth,” I said in disgust.
He was surprised by this and wouldn’t tolerate being talked backed at in that tone and before all these people. He grabbed my wrist squeezing it hard. I used my other hand to punch him in his face, then he let go of my hand and I pushed him to the ground. He cried like a baby and all my friends started laughing, he got up and ran to his class never returning tour block. From that day no one ever heard of David bullying a student again.

(No title as yet) {Part 1}

          "Get out you bastard!"

       "Just let me explain," he begged.

      She looked at him in an unusual way, a way that struck every bone in his body, moved his heart; he felt a burning within that he could not explain. It was not what she said, he did not care about that but it was her, he had not seen her for a year. He just could bot leave her there hurting and crying. She did not deserve this, his conscience would not allow it.

      She was a beautiful girl, she had a fair complexion, black bouncy hair, a radiant countenance and very classy in her attire. She loved wearing long flowing dresses with intricate designs. No one else he knew could pull off such a look. She was his only daughter, his bundle of joy, but everything changed since last year Christmas. Now, there was an incredibly drastic change in her appearance. Her once bouncy hair cried out for tremendous attention, her skin looked as if it was torched by the sun, she was only half-dressed; there was a visible sparkle at her navel and her shorts resembled a bikini bottom. She had an implacable sadness in her eyes hat he wished he could change. Mr.Kiffs was a man of high morals, pious in all his sayings, he was a deacon at his church. Every Sunday Mr.Kiffs and Angel, so they nicknamed her, would be on their way to church. As a single parent he taught her every Godly thing he knew; but as she grew an older teenager she became more and more defiant. She disappointed him and most of all she disgraced him.She got pregnant at the age of fifteen. She was no longer worthy to live with him, so he threw her out and she was left to face the world all by herself.

      Mr.Kiffs reflected regrettably, he begged her to forgive him but Angel's heart was bitter towards him still. Her heart had become like stone. He gave up; he was so irate now, but with himself. He slammed the door behind him. He knew that this would be the last time. Angel stood behind the door, her eyes flooded with tears. She held the knob but was tempted to let go.

A Search For True Love

A search for true love

They say true love comes when she least expect it

Just stop the worrying because very soon she'd get it
This advice she would not take
She was impatient and did not want to wait

She went searching both near and far
But every guy she settled with have her a scar
She got hurt too many times before
She could not take any more
She cried herself to sleep at nights
But little did she know, around the corner was her long awaited knight

He had been her friend for many years
When he told her 'I love you' she broke down in tears
Realising how stupid she was and how blind
Not to know her true love was with her the whole time

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If this isn't enough

If this isn't enough

Three years

Since we haven't had a real conversation.

Hi and bye doesn't make a difference

Even an altercation could;

What's bottled up inside you

I would know,

From what had happen

Three years ago.

I have said I'm sorry

But I don't know what went wrong.

We were the best of friends,

You and I all along.

Three years

Yet still, even now,

I shower you with love.

Send you cards

But you shove it aside.

All my efforts you disregarded

Old friend,

If this isn't enough,

I have had enough.

-Chenelle Palmer