Perplexed, scared and shocked I walk further and further down the narrow gloomy path. As the moon begins to die down the gloomy, narrow , smelly path. I was scared, I did not know what to do, as all I remember was being happy in the big sweet shop with my mum buying some cakes for my birthday when …
Black ! I could not see a thing as I found out that my head was in a wet, smelly, damp bag somebody has nicked me. they put me down and when I get my baleen’s I take the the damp bag off my head, stood in front of me was a man pointing a knife right at me, I cry whilst running away from the man.
And this is how I end up where I am now lost in the streets of the middle of no where. In the dissidents there hanging on the wall was a pitcher of me saying (LOST HELP US NOW .) Its been over a week now and I am staving and thirsty and struggling to talk or whisper.
I decide to walk around to look for some food, but all I have found so far are some mouldy chips out of the dustbin I see another bin a cross the road withe a try in it. I run a cross the road with out thinking when a big lorry is flying down the one way road .
Lilly has been rushed to hospital we all crowd around her as her eyes are closed we try not to cry but we all just bus out crying in to tears when a long beep goes off and doctors come rushing in and tells us all to go out of the room we look through the window a sit goes quit and the cover gets pulled over her head.
Paralyzed! I was lay in the bed, the smell of disinfectant all around me. I could hear the cries and moans of the other patients, visitors trying to soothe them!
“Ellie, your Mum and Dad are here!” Suddenly, I jumped up and started smiling! Mum and Dad was here, to come and see me since that night. I still couldn’t believe it! Mum came and sat next to me, and my Dad sat at the end of the bed! He has always hated these places!
“You O.K Ellie?”, Dad asked, “I know that it is hard, but it’s not your fault!”
“Yeah, I’m sure you will get better!” I felt kinda sad when they left. They helped me get over it! I knew I wouldn’t be able to do most of the things girls my age could do, but everyone was different! I would get better! But, I wasn’t so sure when!
I didn’t get many visitor the next week; Mum was at work and so was dad! The only people who came to visit was Nana and Granddad. They helped me so much, I almost felt better! Like I could do anything! Anything I wanted to! Once they left, I started reading my favourite book, ‘The Famous Five! I loved it! It was the only thing I could do, by myself!
I knew it would get better! The doctor just said to Mum and me, that I was getting much better, and should be out in a week! I cannot wait to go back to school and see what I have missed! I read the last page of my book, and stared at the white, stony ceiling, happy that I was getting out!
The next week, Doctor Marsh got me a wheel chair and pushed me outside, where an ambulance was waiting! I was so excited, yet scared at what people were going to say. And how they would re-act. Dad was waiting for us at home, with sausage and mash on our ‘special plates’! We all ate our tea in silence, but by the expression on Mum’s face everyone was happy!
The next morning, Mum came and helped me get dressed, (though I could of done it my self!) Then she made my breakfast and drove me off to school! At school, everyone was being really nice! Especially, Lila! Lila was the prettiest and most populist girl in our school. She normally hated me! It was really strange, because almost everything was different!
After three weeks, I had to go back into ‘The Death Place’ Mum left for work with Dad, whilst they checked me! They said it hadn’t got any worse, but I would need a minor operation! What should I do? Risk it and almost be killed, or not take it and be killed? It was a decision only I could make…
I found the video about bullying very interesting, as you do not always realise what is happening to other people. We need to find out why people are being nasty, as often it is because they have problems themselves which they need help with. We need to set a good example and always check that our friends are OK. If somebody continues to bully they should be dealt with and the matter taken seriously. A few times in the past I have been upset by the way I have been treated in the playground but after telling my teacher it has improved.
http://mrcollinsclassblog.wordpress.com/2012/11/22/scotts-100-word-challenge-week-10-we-are-better-without-bullying/ – Number 1 Mr Collins School Class 8M
http://kidblog.org/Mustangs2015/ab78ed35-4af7-444e-b196-db4b2c744350/we-would-be-better-with-out-bullying/ – Number 21 Uthman – Canada.
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What Sports do you play?
What is your favarouite sport?
Do you enjoy watching any sports on t.v?
Who is your favarouite sportsman/woman?
Are you inspired by any sportsman/woman?
Would you like to inspire people with your sport?
Do you know anyone famous who plays sports?
I play rounder’s for a team called BCC Girls. I play every Sunday and really enjoy it, yet I have never ever watched it on t.v or watched a different team. We are at a very high section for our age. I do not really enjoy watching sports on t.v , when I could be doing something better, like homework or baking!
Dredding going to school, I put on my uniform. To people at school, I was Freak, or Geek. Unwanted, worried, and frightened what might await me at school, I climbed on the bus, full of people. They stare at me.
“Here she is.” He teases, “Hey Geek, want to grab a seat. Oh sorry, there all taken” A smile slid up on everyones face, as they all sniggered at me. Tears pricked my eyes, as I took the front seat, away from everyone.
I just want to give you a little message. It takes one word to hurt someones feelings, so stop bullying.
I talked to my Dad about whether there was bullying when he was at school. He said that although it was a long time ago he could remember having ears that stuck out just like the boy in the video and just like him, had them pinned back. After the operation people stopped calling him names. I personally think that people should just accept each other’s appearance without making ridiculous, hurtful comments. It doesn’t seem like much has changed in the playground since my Dad’s time… perhaps it’s time for a change… who needs bullying… can’t we all be friends?
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