This is a little story about a real incident (with a few fill ins where my brain has forgotten bits) that happened to me at the age of 13 with one of my school bullies). All my short stories, apart form blackness, about bullying have actually happened.
“Why do you want to take drama?” Mr X asks. He is frowning at me, an evil glint in his pale blue eyes. He is slouching casually in his chair, his white school shirt un- tucked from his black smart trousers.
“Because I like it” I mutter quietly. I don’t really understand why he is reacting like this. What does it matter to him what I decide to do?
We are in year nine at school and deciding what to take for our G.C.S.E classes. Mr Harris has split us up into groups of five and as usual I am in Mr X’s group. I have noticed that Mr Harris pays me a lot of attention, not in a weird purvey way but in a concerned way. Maybe he is aware I am seeing a councilor now, not sure why he cares all of a sudden.
We are sitting on hard red chairs in a little circle. Mr X has positioned himself in front of me; the other three people in our group are looking awkward and uncomfortable but are not saying anything.
“You can’t act so what is the point?” he spits out at me. Why is he so angry about this? I have never seen him like this in the three years I have known him, to be honest it is a little scary. I don’t know what to say or do to make it better, to make him stop shouting at me.
No one else in the room seem to be able to hear anything and Mr Harris is no where to be seen. Earlier Mr Harris had been pleased that I wanted to do drama, especially when I said I hoped it would improve my confidence, which is pile of crap because I don’t give one about that but it was good to think that someone thinks my choices are good. I don’t think either of my parents are particularly thrilled about my decision as they see the subject as pointless.
I look up at Mr X, my green eyes meeting his blue and he looks away while shaking his head. I suddenly feel so angry, how dare he think that he can make these decisions for me! But I know with such clarity that I won’t take drama because it will be more than my life’s worth if I do. I know he knows this but I guess that’s just it, it’s my life but I do what he wants me to, no arguments. Or is that true?