It was difficult for me to accept my fait as I would call it for the day. I guess I could start with eyes. When I walked up the path way to my home room or Form class. Me and my friend split ways. At this point I got used to sitting alone. But I still hadn't gotten used to the stairs. Green, brown, blue eyes stared at me. Boys and girls stared at me as I made my lonely walk to the green bench. They didn't creep me out, but there was one pack of eyes that did creep me out. The Popular group. The group of rude, cruel girls who decided it is okay to pick on the girl that has a boys hair cut. AKA me. Almost all girls and a few idiotic boys who think they are so cool, because they wore NIKEY sports shoes. Instead of white shoes as the school uniform requires. So I put my grey 4 year old back pack on the bench. Pulled out my water bottle to fill it up as I would any other morning.

In my depressed and who gives a dam state of mind. I had tied my grey blonde long fringe in what is know called a man bun. Mine a small pony tale.

As I walked to past the so called popular girls group, they snicked. I slowed my pace in attempt to here there chit chat. "She really is a Lesbian" My chest tighten. My whole body twitched, but I kept on walking. ''Not today, I will not let it bother me. Not today'' I growled. I kept on walked down the stair to step into a sea of students. I quickly filled my bottle. "Not today" I whispered. I turned from the silver bubbler and walked back up the stairs. Once again I walked past the girls. One voice felt like a punch in the stomach. A threat. A sneering, wining voice that I dreamt about and will never forget. "Don't roll your eyes at her" I turning my head. There she stood, her fake blonde hair straightened till it became dead. Her Regrowth needed retouching I thought. I smiled, a small smile. I rolled my eyes once again and kept on walking.

I went to sit beside my bag. I had the last laugh as I thought. "Don't roll you eyes at her" There she was. The girl who flirted with my friend when I first met him, told rumours about me, blamed me for a another girls suspension and flirted with every boy around. "Shall we place a crown on your head you highness" The chance of me saying that is the same chance as me getting a A+ in Science class. Nada. What I said made her angrier. I just added fuel to her fire. "Sorry, did you say something" She stood very close to me. Funny that because I was taller then her. I sat in my spot. "Why did you role your eyes, It's rude" I rolled my eyes once more. Its a habit I guess you could say. " Sorry, I don't listen to girls who are rude to me" I then make a movement to grab a book from my bag. To indicate that I had no intention of talking to her. Or dealing with her anger that day. "Don't be so rude" she said. I sighed very deeply. The bench was up against the wall. So on intent act cool. I stood up and I place one foot against the wall. At some intent to create some space between me and the girl. "I didn't know being called a Lesbian was such a big problem. I simple rolled my eyes because you were being ridicules. Is that better?"

Apparently not. She stood know in my personal space. I could feel the tight ness in my chest. She looked me straight in the eye. Her eyes are very blue. She widendd them, tried to make her self more threating. Blinking much slower then usual. "Don't patronize me B*****" That was it, that's what want me to bolt to the girls bathroom, shut myself in a cubical and stay there all day, but I didn't. I remembered what my mum told me and many of my friends at church. 'Don't let them see you cry' So I stood my grown. At this point I could feel my back right up against the cement wall. Not today, please. She also stood her grown waiting for an answer. Blinking her eyes very slowly. I could feel my whole body go rigged, as my heart seemed to thump out of my chest. All I wanted to do was run. Run as fast as I can. My mind went blank. "What do you want from me?" I said. As the Hypocrite she was she rolled her big blue eyes. I saw nothing else besides those eyes. Everything was beginning to become a blur around me. "I want you to say sorry" I raised my eye brows. She want me to say sorry, For what? doing as I please. I crossed my arms over my thumping chest. "Why should I say sorry to you. I still haven't gotten an apology for being slapped. Of by the way, it's a free country" I turned to the left to turn and leave. Only to be met with Big brown angry eyes. Once my friend until you guessed it decided that her better friends were the ones that made my life a living hell. "Oh I don't think you are going any were until you saying sorry" She snarled. I turned back to her. I must of looked really scared because she smiled a little. I slowly raised my voice my fear was slowly turning into anger. "Why don't you just leave me along. Because to be honest you an't gonna get nothing from me" Eyes added to the group. Other student started to stop and star at us. her group of so called friends started to surround me as well. Some one called cat fight. I recognised the voice. It was the same guy who filmed me being slapped by this girl. "I'm asking you very nicely, Please leave me alone" She too micked my actions. She now had her hip popped out.

"NOT UNTIL YOU SAY SORRY" I became very scared. Keeping my voice carm and level. Will keep me safe in this situation. "Look, I am scared of you right know, and if you want to stay out of any trouble, you will leave" she didn't move a muscle. Okay then she was playing this game. I no longer felt angry. I felt like no emotion was going through me. I felt as if my brain had gone on shut down. Only thing I could I think about was staying calm, holding down my emotion and survived this storm that never seemed to end. So I asked. Something to turn table. Every body was watching. Almost every body new. So I asked. "Why did you slap me? I still don't understand why? Just answer me that" I kept my voice as level. To my surprise my voice didn't waver or crap. It was smooth as Butter, but stern. She squinted her eyes. She hadn't seen the others watching. Her reply was much of a shock as the slap. "I meant for you to be slapped, B****. You deserved it. It was coming for you" Many others raised there eyes brows. Her gang snicked, nodding in agreement. "That's not an answer" I whispered. They all came in a little closer they wanted to know to. Not because every one liked me, maybe they were just as shocked when it happen. "In the bible- " I swallowed. Some snickered and she rolled her eyes. I looked her straight in the eye and said. "If a man slaps the left cheek, then stand and let him slap the right cheek" This made me shake. "Do you want to slap me again?"

I was testing her. She wanted to test me, play games with my emotions. So I was going to turn the tables. "I will happily do so" I flinched, by hole body readied it's self for the shock. But it never came. She was scared. So very scared. "What? you scared you'll get suspended again?" I didn't smile. I didn't smirk. On the inside I was shaking like a tree. I heard a small voice. "The teachers coming and she was gone.

ADVICE: I learned from bullying that not every one is perfect. Very likely the person bullying you, has issues of there own.

My advice:

Stay strong

Always be carm

Don't raise you voice

Take deep breaths

Don't reply with nasty comebacks like there's, that make you just like them.