I never got bullied but I remember a kid that did when I was growing up. Let' s call him Mike.
pasty kid. Curly hair, ginger, were glasses.
picked en by everyone
rd was pretty much the only kid that was pleasant to him. Never really had it in mete be a dickie people.
ddidn' t talkto him much though. Mostlyjunk a smile and a hearded in the hallways
repent most of his lunches writing amd drawing in a notebook by himself
eene day en the bus home, it was verse than usual. Den? rememberable exactly was said, but it was bad.
sat there and minded my ewn business
mid gees home and hangs himself
knead day at school, everyone talked about how much they missed him and heather all loved him
swords cannot describe my disgust
Wis funeral is coming up, I go
eonly kid hem my school that shows up
yhis mother runs upto me
wee must be Phill Mike always told me how you two were best friends! He always told me about all the fun you guys had etc etc
Ht dawns en me
at lunch he was writing down made up stories of he and I hanging out and having a good time
tthe thing that really haunts me, the thing that still keeps me up seme nights now, 15 years later, is what she said next
nojust knowthat ifyou were en that bus you would have stopped them