Push, Shoved, Slammed


Why is it I get on this moving vehicle that takes me to a place I don't want to be? Please no, no no.

"Mom can I please stay home, I don't feel so well?" "No" shes says "you have to go."

Like missing one or two or three days of school will make the kids at school forget me.

I'm not easy to forget. I'm short, with brown curly, really curly hair, braces, or what they call "a metal mouth,"

glasses that are too BIG for my face, and I have a squeaky voice. Average for someone like a me

a 6th grade boy going through puberty. 

It doesn't help that I'm pretty smart too.

But help me I don't know what to do.

I ride the school bus and the others think it's cool to push me when I least expect it.

I walk down the hallways just to get pushed there too. I don't get it.

"What did I do to you?" I say. No answer of course.

My shoulder and arm go numb from being slammed against walls with so much force.


Only to name a few.

Where do I go to who do I turn to?

"Mom I don't want to go to school today." "Please can I stay home?"

"I guess." she says.

"Good-bye I love you." I say


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