What Happens After School...

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Gertrude is a victim of bullying. She gets pushed around and beat up by girls at school. What happens when it goes too far?

Submitted: November 26, 2011

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Submitted: November 26, 2011



I stood behind the black wall by the dumpsters. Erica and her group of friends were patrolling the school, looking for a helpless victim. I looked back behind me, and all was silent. I stepped around the wall, and took off.

Erica was the school bully, and got away with all of it. She picked on me the most, because I had glasses, braces, and acne. A real nerd. She liked to call me 'Gerdy Nerdy' after my name, Gertrude.

As I was running, the girls turned the corner of the building ahead of me. They all smiled, and ran over to me. Soon I was surrounded by the giant girls.

“Hi Gerdy! Where are ya going without saying goodbye to us? I feel offended, don't you girls?” Erica asked. The others chimed in with yes.

“W-well you guys a-are h-here now. G-g-goodbye!” I stuttered. The all laughed and Erica came closer.

“Gerdy Nerdy, I don't have time for you smart mouth! I think we need to teach her a lesson, right girls?” Erica came closer, as the other girls did too.

The girls behind me pulled my braids, dragging me back. Erica grabbed my glasses, and laughed.

“Can you see Gerdy Nerdy? I don't think so!” she said, cracking my glasses in half, as if it was a fragile glass rod. She threw them to the ground, and stomped on them.

Then, the girls holding my braids threw me into a nearby bush. I could feel cuts and bruises already forming on my body.

“Ouch!” I screamed. Erica and her friends mocked me. I started to cry.

“Oooooo! Gerdy wants her mommy!” the screamed. I sat in the bushes, blind and hopeless. Nothing could save me now.

Then, the janitor came out of some nearby doors, and the girls took off. I kept quiet, hoping he wouldn't see me. He rolled the garbage can past me, and into the doors to the cafeteria. I pushed myself out of the bushes and crawled around trying to find my glasses.

My hands finally found them, and I tried to put them on. It was useless. My glasses were broken beyond repair. I put them in my pocket, and ran to the parking lot. I hoped I could find my way home. Once I was on my block, I trudged up my front steps, and tried to go upstairs.

“Gertrude Bernice! Get back here!” my mom's alarmed voice shouted. I tensed up and went back to the kitchen. She looked at me and gasped.

“What in god's name happened today? Yesterday you came home with a skinned knee, and today this! Enlighten me please! And where are your glasses?” she began to rant.

“I uh, fell in the umm, parking lot!” I made up, hoping she would buy it. She sighed.

“And the glasses?” she asked holding out her hand.

I placed the broken glasses in her hand, and she looked at them in disgust. “What happened to these?!” she shouted.

“I fell on them, and they broke,” I told her. She placed her head in her hands, and then set the glasses on the kitchen counter.

“Gertrude, I'm worried about you! You need to watch where you step. The school property is beating you up!” she exclaimed, a look of worry displayed on her face. I shrugged, and she hugged me.

“I'll be in my room,” I told her, going back up the stairs. Whew! That was close! I undid my braids, and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until the next morning.

“Gertrude! Wake up! You have school!” my mom shouted. I groaned. I never want to go back there.

I pulled off the covers on my bed, and my mom had clothes laid out for me. Overalls and a pink shirt. I reluctantly put them on.

“Gertrude, come here so I can do your hair!” my mother shouted from downstairs. I went down there, and she braided my hair for the second day in a row. Then, she handed me a pair of men's glasses.

She sent me with my lunch box and backpack and I walked the 2 blocks to school. My friend Nina, was waiting for me. She saw my cuts and her jaw dropped.

“Was this all from Erica?” she asked. I nodded.

“And what's with the new glasses? The don't look like they fit!” Nina exclaimed.

“That's because my mom got me a cheap drugstore pair for MEN!” I shouted.

Nina cringed. The bell rang, and we went inside. School went by quickly, somehow, probably because I was dreading seeing Erica. I pretended to walk with a crowd of kids, but Erica was waiting by the school doors and caught me. They pushed me behind the building by the dumpsters again.

“Hey guys! Gerdy Nerdy has some new glasses!” Erica shouted. They all laughed.

“Maybe we'll do things differently today, shall we?” Erica sniled menacingly as they all lifted me up and threw me into the dumpster. As I struggled to get out, they tried pushing me back in.

I eventually got out, but they had pushed me so that I fell on my head. I don't remember the pain, but I saw the blood.

* * * * *

I didn't want to open my eyes. Erica could be waiting. Waiting to hurt me again. I wish I was dead. The dumpster could have killed me for all I care. But then I heard the beeping. Was I-

I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital room. My mom sat down on a chair next to my bed, with her eyes closed, and my head was wrapped in bandages.

“Mom?” I managed to mumble out. She looked at me and smiled.

“Oh Gertrude! You're awake! I knew something was going on! Why didn't you tell me?” she began to rant again.

“I was afraid of Erica,” I said. She shook her head and hugged me.

A nurse came into the room.

“I see you're awake Gertrude. It seems you took a hard fall there. But you'll be just fine! You will probably be here for about a day or two tops!” she happily said.

“What about Erica?” I asked my mother. She smiled.

“Don't worry about Erica and her friends. They've gone to juvenile prison,” she stated, smiling. Was this for real?

“Really?” I asked. She nodded. It seemed a burden was lifted from my shoulders. I wanted to jump for joy.

A day later I went home. I was in the news, although I didn't feel very famous. And then, it came time to go back to school. I wasn't completely dreading it, but it was nice to have a break. My mom drove me there.

The car pulled up to the school office. The secretary was there. She smiled and explained the school was having an assembly in the gym. Probably for some fundraiser about selling magazines or something.

I entered the gym to be greeted by screaming kids and a large banner that stated:


And even though I never did anything special, I felt like one.

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