Journey to school

I was a quivering wreck as I walked onto the bus for the first time
only to be met by a sea of threatening faces. I sat down in my seat
clutched my bag close to my chest and stared blankly out of the window.
It was then the taunting started. The moment I sat down to mind my own
business. "You're Mrs Darkwood's daughter aren't you? What a tart!"
where did they get that from I was no different to them I was just
keeping myself to myself. I felt the tears begin to prickle my eyes but
knew this wasn't the time or place to cry. Needless to say I got home
and cried my eyes out in the safety of my room with the things I loved
around me, where I felt safe.
I stuck this out for a couple of months the same routine everyday until
I finally decided to move upstairs where the same things happened.
There were two particular lads who made it their business to take the
piss. There was no escaping this time: nowhere else to go. Matt and
Duncan I will never forget them or how they treated me.
I must admit I made a big mistake of literally stalking a guy in their
year for about a year if not more and I don't believe they'll ever
forget that. They picked up on my long nose and chin and with the
assistance of my 'friend' Charlotte they began calling me a hag. I got
texts saying: "Amy is a fat ugly cow" and after this I began to stop
eating, I had no lunch at all and plates of vegetables for tea. I tried
to be their friends bought them birthday and Christmas presents but I
learnt you couldn't buy friendship. They were year 10 and I was year 7
it was so foolish for me to think of them liking me and I realise that
now I am year 10 myself. This carried on and on until a gang of girls -
from my year - bullied me during school. At this point I moved to sit
at the front of the bus where I was finally safe and happy . . . for a
few months.
When we went back to school to start year 9 we were separated from the
Lightvalley bus and the insecurity came flooding back as I was face to
face with a best friend of Matt's. He dutifully talked to me (as there
was no-one else, I could tell I was the last person he wished to talk
to) and he hated me.

Everything I do seems destined to fail.
Every plan I form,
Every word I say,
Is wrong.