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Beat the Bullying

Chany Rosengarten

For most kids, going back to school is something to look forward to. A new start, old friends, and the anticipation of a year full of promise. But for bully victims, the thought of going back to school fills them with dread. You, the reader, may be the bully, the victim, the bystander, or supporter. Whoever you are, you are special. No one really wants to hurt someone else or to be the one to get hurt. But it does happen. A lot. This article will show you how you can change a bully-victim situation

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

bullying conceptSandy’s Story

By Aidel Sarah Hornig

 Sandy is a six-year-old girl. This is her story.

Why did morning have to come so fast?

Yesterday was so much fun. Mommy took me and Freddy to Parkchester. We went to Alexanders. Mommy said she wanted to buy Tanta Molly an iron for her birthday. I wanted a Barbie doll and Freddy wanted a GI Joe. I knew she wouldn’t buy them for us. Daddy wasn’t working so much.

It was such a long wait for the 42 bus. I didn’t mind. It was a nice day. School was over and I did not want to think about going back the next day, because then all those other thoughts would come back.

I loved my mother so much, she did everything for me, but even she could not help me.

“Sandy, Freddy, stand closer to me, the bus is coming,” my mother said. We got on. We sat all the way in the back and we watched everyone come on.

There was an accident, the red car in front of us went into the pole. Our bus was stuck for a long time. It was getting dark.

“Are we still going to Alexanders, Mommy”?

“Yes.”

“But it’s so late; when are we eating supper?”

“Sandy, it’s not that late. It’s just that in November it gets dark earlier. We won’t stay long.”

I wasn’t worried, but maybe we wouldn’t have time to go to the toy department. We didn’t have time, but Tanta Molly got her new iron.

We took a cab back home, even if it costs a lot of money. It felt good. We ate supper late that night because my older sister forgot to turn on the stove. It didn’t matter because I like to go to sleep late.

“Sandy, you won’t be able to get up in the morning. Go to sleep now.”

I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I went to bed but I couldn’t fall asleep.

I wasn’t thirsty and I wasn’t too hot or too cold. I just didn’t want to go to sleep, because as soon as I went to sleep, I would wake up and it would be morning. I didn’t want it to be morning. I didn’t want Mommy to make me to school. I wanted to stay home and play with Freddy. I would even let him play with my new Mr. Potato Head.

“Sandy, get up, it’s 8:00, you’ll be late for school.”

“I’m so tired, I can’t get up so early. I want to sleep another few minutes.”

“Okay. Ten more minutes.”

She came back ten minutes later, and again I got more time.

Finally, there was no choice.

“Mommy, I have a stomachache.” 

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