The Plastics and the Victim

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Zoe's sister Kaela became a victim of bullying, but she doesn't want another girl to suffer the same fate.

Always treat people with kindness and respect, because you don't know what kind of pain they go through every day.

Originally wrote this to test out my printer (AKA my sister's printer : ]) but figured I'd post it as a reminder to help stop bullying : )

Submitted: July 05, 2011

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Zoe watched as they tripped the new girl.

She fell hard on the pavement, books flying all over the place. A few of her papers started blowing away in the wind. The girls laughed at her, the boys pointed. Zoe couldn’t see her face through the curtain of dark hair.

She watched silently as the girl got unsteadily back to her feet and began gathering her things again, pale cheeks bright red.

The girl looked so much like Kaela. . . .

And that little scene was enough to send a cascade of memories tumbling down until they finally hit Zoe.

It was the week of Kaela’s birthday, almost eight months ago. Zoe hadn’t seen her the entire day; she’d locked herself in her room again. Their parents were out at a store of some sort. It was only them in the house.

Zoe was reading a book downstairs. She was becoming increasingly bored, irritated that her sister wouldn’t come out of her room. So she went upstairs and knocked on her door, shouting out her name.

There wasn’t an answer. She knocked again.

“Kaela?” Zoe waited and waited, but she didn’t answer the door. It wasn’t like her to ignore people. She would’ve at least yelled at her to go away.

She tried the handle. It turned in her hand.

Zoe opened the door slowly, scared that Kaela would jump on her like a wolf and demand that she left. But once the door was open a new fear took over.

Kaela was on the collapsed on the floor, limp as a ragdoll. There was a piece of paper laying next to her, but that wasn’t the first thing Zoe noticed.

The first thing she noticed was the blood, pouring from the angry slashes in Kaela’s arms.

Zoe screamed.

 

The new girl picked up her last book and tried to chase down a few of the loose papers, but the wind tore them away. The others only watched and laughed.

Zoe couldn’t move.

She watched as they ripped the hope right out of the dark-haired girl. They built her reputation for her.

The girl gave up on trying to get her papers; she cringed in on herself for half a second, then turned and talked straight through the mass of spectators into the school.

 

The phone shook in Zoe’s hand as she answered every one of the operator’s questions.

She was crouched by Kaela’s head, to terrified to touch her, to look for a pulse. Tears were pouring out of her eyes, blurring her vision. She could barely make out words through the racking sobs.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity until she finally heard the sirens. She hung up the phone and held her head in her hands, her breaths ragged and shallow.

She stared at Kaela, waited for her to move. Waited to see her chest rise and fall.

Waited in vain for her to breathe.

The paramedics arrived, too late. As they carried Kaela out of the house, Zoe finally read the scrawled words on the paper that was by her sister:

Tell the plastics they won.

 

Breaking out of her thoughts, Zoe took long strides across the schoolyard and found the papers that the new girl had left behind. She picked them up and arranged them neatly in her hands before she entered the school.

She found the new girl by her locker. People were still laughing.

She walked up to her.

The girl turned around with a sullen face, eyes rimmed with red. She looked confused when Zoe didn’t laugh, and numbly accepted the papers when Zoe offered them to her.

Everybody stared.

“Hi,” she said, giving her a small smile. “I’m Zoe.”


© Copyright 2020 Emily Anne Zody. All rights reserved.

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