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Why Me?
by Emma, 12, Dublin, Ireland
I sat at my desk innocently, finishing my Maths work. We were on Algebra,
which I found quite easy, and was on my last sum. I didn't look up, knowing that
I'd catch the look of pure hate and violence from Donna Hill.
"OK, girls, pack up," voiced Ms Harper.
I groaned. I'd have given anything to just stay sitting in that seat, gazing
at the blackboard. Grudgingly but slowly, I pulled my bag onto my knees and
started to neatly drop all of my things in- copies, books, rulers, pencil-cases,
calculators…
Suddenly the bell rang shrilly. I hated that noise- it was loud, a
blood-curdling sound that told us that break had arrived. Most teenagers love
that sound- the end of classes, thank God. But I knew what my break would b
like, so I couldn't stand that hour when students were free to do whatever they
liked.
I got to my feet shakily, pulled on my coat and shuffled towards the door.
"Come on, let's get her," I heard from behind me. I knew that voice too well,
it was the voice of hate and danger - Donna Hill.
I sped up a bit, ignoring the fact that my legs had turned into marshmallow.
When I turned onto the stairs, I began to run. I couldn't let them get me- I was
out of the school - I was running towards the shop- I was going to make it...
"Not so fast, you little *****," a voice snarled. Donna. I turned, tears
stinging my eyes.
"Crybaby," smirked one of Donna's accomplices, Elaine.
"You'll never escape us," spat another girl, Sophia.
Please leave me alone," I pleaded in a petrified whisper. "Please..."
"No way!" smiled Donna evilly. "It's much more fun beating up you."
Suddenly, I ran; I ran faster than I ever did before. But not for the shop. I
ran into the back door of it, wriggled through the crowds, ran out the front
door, onto the road …
The last thing I heard were the squealing tyres of a car and petrified
screams. The last thing I saw was the metallic shine of a big car. The last
thing I felt was the cold, hard tarmac hitting my body as I plunged head first
onto the ground.
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