Bullying Creative Writing

Blake woke up late at night by the screaming that was happening downstairs, it was normal by now, but something was different this time. The screaming stopped. The door slammed. He never saw his dad again. 5 years later, Blake is now 15, heading towards the tall brown and tan building they call school. This would have been the 4th school he has been to this school year and it is only December. Blake and his mom walk into a room with Principle Chavez, and greet him nicely. After Mr. Chavez reads through Blake’s files and has some idea of what he is letting into his school he says “I’m sorry ma’am but i cannot allow your boy to attend my school, he is just simply too much trouble.” Before Mr. Chavez continues Blake’s mom jumps in, “Is this not a public school? Is this school not welcoming to everyone who wants to attend? Was I wrong to read the email that you sent saying that my son could go here?” “You are not wrong, but...” Mr. Chavez barely get out of his mouth before he is interrupted.

“Then my son will be attending this school come January, and I do not want to hear another word about his behavior from the past, if he has issues in the future I will be happy to discuss it then. Good day.” Blake’s mother announces. While they were walking back to the car Blake sits in

And I know that it might not seem like I’m doing much, but I’ve done pretty well with you on my own.” Said his mother in a much calmer voice.

“Dad would’ve done better.” Blake mumbles under his breath.

“Go to your room!” his mother shrieks while almost sobbing.

“Look at yourself! You know I’m right! Where is he mom? Huh? Can you at least tell me that?!” Blake says while trying to hold back so many years of tears.

“You know how hard it is to be a single mother? Especially with a kid like you? Go ahead, leave, get out, go get into as much trouble as you want. I don't care anymore.”

Blake runs out of his house