Marney and Me, Best Sisters 4Ever

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Chapter 6 I GUESS I’LL EAT SOME WORMS

I hate school. There, I said it. It was boring before, but now it’s just horrid and I hate it. Why should I even have to go? Why can’t I just stay home teaching myself online for five years until I’m old enough to fit in? That would make sense to me. Today was the worst day of my life. I want to stay home forever.

The morning started out okay. But as soon as lunch rolled around, I was back in the sights of the wild animals. Strange how one wrong move can make everything go wrong. Today was that kind of day.

I sat at the table with my regular group of friends, if I can call them that, the uncool kids, the smart kids, the both uncool and dumb kids, and any other riff-raff who was willing to sit with both the smartest and the youngest kid in school. All of the sudden, they all, every single one of them, scattered like cockroaches. I looked up and what to my very eyes should appear? The bathroom girls. My bathroom eaves dropping days were over. If God let me out of this one, I would raise my right hand and swear it.

“I told you, it wasn’t over,” the pack leader said.

“I know, and then your friend, Mongo put me in the trash can.”

Oh, why do I continuously put my foot in my mouth and regret it?

Mongo looked at me and growled. I swear I could see fangs. Was this girl really in the 7th grade? She looked like she was in high school.

“I don’t think you’re hungry today, little Munchkin.”

The pack leader grabbed my food and handed it to Mongo. Mongo promptly ate it. The pack leader smiled.

“Every day, you will bring us your lunch.”

“Aren’t you worried about getting fat?”

There I go again. What’s with me?

“Every day you will bring us your lunch,” she gritted her teeth as she repeated herself. Then she grabbed my arm by the wrist.

It hurt. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve heard of bullying like this but never knew it actually existed. This was really hands-on. This was bigger and badder than being shoved in a locker or dropped in a trash can. This was abuse. Her grip became tighter.

“You won’t say a word to your mommy and daddy.”

She finally let go.

The pack turned and walked away with attitude in their step. I looked down at my wrist. It was bright red and turning purple. I had been assaulted. The sarcastic clown inside me had just suffered a knockout and what was happening now? What’s this? Tears began to stream down my face. Oh no, this can’t happen. I ran out of the cafeteria and as I neared the bathroom, I knew I had no safe place to hide. No place to hide my tears. Instead I ran right out of the school, right past the truancy officer and jumped onto a city bus heading homeward.

When I got home, I ran to my room and let out enough sobs that even I was feeling sorry for myself. What a fool. Thank goodness no one was home. I could cry all I wanted and I could kick the door, the chair, the table leg, my book bag, the wall--anything I wanted and no one would know. I could let it out and I did.

Jane, Fred and Marney got home really late and it was all because of me. When Marney showed up at the school and I was nowhere to be found, not even the trash cans, she called Fred and Jane and all of them went out looking for me. They even went to the police station. All of them were in tears when they got home but that changed when they saw me. Their tears at first turned to relief and joy as they grabbed and hugged me and then to anger.

“Where the hell were you, Young Lady?” Fred demanded.

Marney looked at me with her arms crossed. Jane rubbed tears out of her eyes.

I answered softly, “I’ve been home since lunch. I took a bus.”

Jane asked, “Why on earth would you do that?”

I was holding my wrist so no one could see the mark, but it was hard to miss.

“I got bullied again at lunch and I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t.” Tears began streaming out of my eyes again.

Marney wheeled herself over to me. She grabbed my arm and held it up. “What the----.”

“Marney!” Jane interrupted. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“Ok Mom, but do you see her wrist? I’m gonna kick someone’s butt tomorrow.”

“Oh no!” I told Marney. “Don’t do anything, please.”

Jane and Fred looked at my wrist. They were really angry.

“Who did this to you Samantha?” Fred asked.

I stayed silent.

“Samantha? You need to tell us so we can talk to the principal and the kid’s parents. This is bad.”

Because I didn’t speak up, Marney jumped in.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll handle it. I’ll go down to the school tomorrow and talk to the principal.” Marney reasoned, “I think Samantha would be okay with that. Wouldn’t you, Squirt?”

I nodded. It was better than Jane and Fred coming to the school. I would be so embarrassed. It’s bad enough to be bullied, but when your parents come to the school, the bullying goes up to a whole new level.



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