Things have to get better now? Don’t they?
They don’t. One the bus Jeremy realizes I don’t care about his bullying any longer, that I no longer feel as much pain as I did before. He grits his teeth, “You better be careful. Someone you love might get hurt.”
Someone I love? Is he planning on hurting Robert? I stare at him and he knows he hits a nerve.
I dread the next day. The bus rises high above me, growing larger the more I stare at it.
“You getting on or not?” the driver says glaring at me.
I nod and climb on. I suffer a full twenty-five minutes until I get to school. It’s the same ruthless torture I’d experienced the day before. Except this time it’s worse, “So, what’s that kid’s name? Robert?”
I stare at Jeremy willing him not to go further, willing him not to speak his name out of his mouth again. I must make some expression because he smiles a satisfied smile, “I think I’ll have another talk with him. Maybe rough him up a bit.”
He jumps across me, wiping his dirty sneakers on my white stockings. I jump up after him. He sprints across the yard towards Robert. Then his fist lashes out. It hits Robert square in the face.
“No!” I scream.
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