Being Ignored
I was at school, in Gym class. I was playing Dodgeball and the ball hit my face. The rest of the students laughed at me as I stood there embarrassed. No one came to ask me if I was okay. They treated me like a prop.
"Isn't anyone gonna ask me if I am okay?"
"Did you guys hear something?"
The students laughed and I stood there, lips trembling. All of a sudden, I heard moaning, and right before me, I saw three ghosts standing and moving towards me.
"What do you guys want with me?" I demanded.
"You have no friends!" Ghost One said.
"You're a loser!" Ghost Two said.
"You will be alone all your life!" Ghost Three said.
"Please leave me alone!" I said.
"No, we will never leave you alone!"
"Go away!" I covered my ears and hummed loudly to block the three spirits out. A hand was placed on my shoulder.
"Matt, are you okay?" The Gym teacher, Christine asked.
"The three ghosts were bothering me," I said.
"What three ghosts?" Christine inquired.
"They come everytime people ignore me," I stated.
"I'm so sorry, Matt," said Christine. "I saw you got hit by the ball, and it was not nice of everyone to laugh at you. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse?"
"Yeah, the ball hit my ear," I said.
"Go change into your normal clothes, and I will give you a hall pass to the nurse's office," said Christine. "I'm gonna have a talk with the rest of the students."
"Okay," I said. I went into the boy's locker room, and changed into my normal clothes. I got out of the locker room, and Christine wrote me a hall pass, and I left the Gym to walk to the nurse's office









I think you're writing out your frustrations which is excellent. Writing is a tool you can use to help you cope. I know. My dad was an alcoholic, a violent one. So when I was young and scared, I would write stories that helped me cope. Soon, I had a lot of friends through the people I created. Since then? Life has gotten better and while I no longer need the characters to help me cope, I need them now to make me whole. I hope you experience the same serenity. I really do...this is a good start.