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Another day, another week, Kerry thought miserably and sighed. This was the day Kerry hated most: Monday, the start of a new week. Kerry could just imagine the schedule she would endure today. She groaned at the annoying buzz, which came from her alarm clock, and slammed down on the snooze button: it clicked for a second-like it would break and fall to pieces at any moment- and then finally turned silent. She rolled back over, and hoped more sleep would come, but of course someone hammered on her wooden, white door, making her jump with fright. “Kerry, it’s time for school! Get up! I’m going to work, so don’t be late!” her mother shouted, but Kerry tried to ignore her and get back to sleep. “Kerry!” her mother shouted more loudly, “Don’t make me come in there!” “Okay, okay, I’m up,” Kerry grumbled. “I hope you’re not using a tone with me, young lady,” she yelled at her. Kerry didn’t answer, and so her mum finally left for work. She flung the doona off her legs, and slowly slid off the bed, only to balance herself on her toes. She waddled out of her room and into the kitchen, and found her sister sitting at the kitchen bench. Caitlin locked eyes with Kerry for a moment, and then got back to her cereal. Kerry walked silently to the cupboard and got herself a bowl of cereal. When she put the milk back in the fridge, she risked a glance at Caitlin; like normal, it didn’t look like she had done anything to her hair, because it was in a very messy bun plunked on top of her head, but apparently it was. Her ears were covered in piercings, and the clear diamond stud in her nose shined in the light. “Finding something interesting, are you?” she grumbled at Kerry, who quickly turned away. “Nothing,” Kerry mumbled, and sat on an extra chair near the dining table. Kerry always ate in silence and by herself normally. Her sister either abused her, by hitting her, or throwing things at her or she never said anything worth listening to. That’s probably where all her bad days start. As she thought about it, though, she found her mother was the probable cause. Kerry’s mother never gave her a compliment, or said anything nice. She never gave her any money, or anything for that matter. Most of all, she never acted like a mother. Mother’s should be caring, and kind, but her mother only cared about herself, and Kerry knew, she would never be able to talk to her mother about her problems.
When Kerry was ready to leave for school, her sister finally spoke. “I hope you have a good day at school, Kerry,” she said. Kerry felt a little happy that her sister had said something nice. Maybe she has changed, Kerry thought hopefully. “Yeah, playing with no one, being a loner.” She continued. “Must be great!” she finally finished with a little laugh. All the trust and friendliness slipped away in one single sentence, and she returned to the old witchydragon-like self again. “Thanks,” she mumbled again. What was the point of talking back to her? She always made Kerry’s life miserable at home. Kerry got to school, put her bag in her locker, and ran straight to the library. Because of the sign ‘Quiet’ she could be by herself peacefully. In class it would be a nightmare. Because of all the girls dissing her in class, Kerry never raised her hand in class, she never offered to do anything, and she liked top stay invisible. But somehow the teacher always picked her to pick up newsletters, or help them with their things. She sat on a couch, picked out a book from the shelf, and started reading it. She could be in her own little world when she read. It felt like she was normal again, and didn’t have to worry about anything ever again. The bell rang fifteen minutes later and she walked sulkily to her locker. ‘Just another day,’ Kerry thought, ‘another bloody day.’ She collected up her books for the next two periods, and went to class, trying to avoid everyone she could. “Hey, Kerry,” Charlotte called out behind her, but Kerry ignored her. Charlotte was the most popular girl in school. She had all the boys drooling at her feet and all her friends worshipped her. She only liked the other popular people, so the people who no one liked, she hardly paid any attention to them. “Why aren’t you with any of your friends?” she asked. Kerry knew not to answer, because she had learnt over time that either Charlotte or one of her friends would answer. “Oh, that’s right, you ate them all,” Charlotte said and all of her friends laughed. Kerry always got teased. Either she wasn’t pretty enough, or she wasn’t skinny enough. Kerry always knew something was wrong with her. She ignored them further, and picked up the pace, trying to lose them. “Oh, come on, Kerry. We’re just playing around with you,” Shanyn called out, but they all laughed again. She got to class just as the second bell rang. Everyone was heading in, so luckily no one noticed her. “Hurry up, Kerry.” Her math’s teacher ordered. She sat at the front of class, and listened to the teacher give the class lectures. Occasionally she would
get a crunched piece of paper thrown at her head and then giggling behind her. The teacher never noticed, so Kerry tried to ignore it. ‘Just ignore them, and it will go away,’ Kerry kept telling herself. The teacher soon gave back the tests that they did a week before; of course Kerry got 100%. She was good at everything, that’s why everyone despised her. At lunchtime, after she put all of her books away, and got her lunch, she went to the toilet block. She went to the furthest cubicle and locked the door behind her. Most days she hid here, to be away from everyone. Sometimes she couldn’t, and the girls would find her. They would say things that were mean, but say they’re only messing about later. Even though Kerry ignored them, it still hurts. She learnt not to cry in public anymore, because it made her feel more of a fool. Even when people called her names, and teased her, and tripped her over, they made more fun out of her if she cried. That’s why she taught herself to be strong and not be a wimp. Kerry’s whole day went slowly. She got more insults, and spit-balls thrown at her. Her last lesson was English, and her teacher was concerned. “Kerry, are you alright? You haven’t been yourself lately,” her teacher observed. Kerry tried to look normal. “I’m fine, thanks for asking anyway,” she mumbled and then got back to her work. That was the only time that she spoke to someone, but that was usual for Kerry. When school finally ended, she ran to her locker. Kerry threw her books away and quickly grabbed her bag. She ran out of the grounds, and headed the long way home as usual. She hated to go the quick way home. That would mean she would get more time at home to get told off by her mother, or get insulted or abused by her sister. She walked through Main Street, avoiding eyes, and laughs that were directed at her. “Hey look! There’s Kerry!” someone yelled. Kerry picked up the pace, trying to lose them, but they had their brand new scooters and bikes, and came next to her. “You trying to run away again, Kerry?” Max asked. Kerry didn’t say anything. “Why are you taking the long way home? Don’t you live like twenty minutes from school?” Michael asked. Michael was indeed the nicest in a way. He was still pretty mean, but sometimes he seemed to care. “Because I felt like it,” she mumbled. Max muttered something into Mathew’s ear, and he looked at Kerry and chuckled. “Just leave me alone,” she mumbled again. “Why should we?” Dean asked. Kerry started to walk faster, but they kept up. “You trying to ditch us, Kerry?” Max asked.
“You know you’re going to have to talk to us, sometime,” Dean said. Kerry had nearly had enough. They were torturing her more than usual today. Without being able to stop herself, a tear slipped down Kerry’s cheek, which the boys spotted immediately. “OH my God, are you crying, Kerry?” Dean asked. Kerry remained silent. “Poor little Kerry. Boo hoo!” Max said and the others laughed. “Max, leave her alone,” Michael tried to save her. “Shut up, Michael. She’s deserves everything she gets,” Max sneered. “Or are you going to stop me, Michael?” Michael looked down, with a quick glance to Kerry. “No, Max, of course not,” Michael said like a servant. Kerry had finally had enough. “Well, then leave me alone!” She shouted and ran off. They just laughed, but finally left her alone. She ran the whole way home-not even thinking about what was waiting for her there-crying. Today she had had enough. She endured this pain every day, but each and every time the bullying happened, she could only handle it less each time. She reached home in fifteen minutes, and ran inside, trying to wipe away her tears as she went. She slammed the door behind her, and ran into her room. “What’s wrong with you? Did your imaginary friend dump you or something?” Caitlin called out, from the computer. Kerry slammed her bedroom door harder, and the walls shook. She felt a little calmer in her room; she had no posters, no photos of friends-like she had any-just like a robot. She had white walls, a bed, a bed side-table, a closet, and a bookshelf. With tears in her eyes, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a pocketknife that used to belong to her father before he died. She locked her door-which she made the lock in her metal class-and sat at the foot of her bed. She pulled up her sleeve, and got to the knife part of the device. She did this sometimes, when she felt bed. As she pressed the blade into her forearm, she watched as her skin turned from white to red. When the pain finally set in, she found it soothing. In fact, it took away all the pain that she had endured that day. Of course, she was carful not to spill any blood on the floor; she just sat still and waited until all the pain was gone. Maybe there was another way to do it. Kerry didn’t want to kill herself; she just wanted the pain to go away. If only they knew. She couldn’t tell someone, she knew that, no one would listen to her. Her mother wouldn’t care, neither would her sister-God, she would probably just laugh at her. You just need to be strong and get through this, Kerry kept telling herself as the
pain started to get worse. Just another day, of another week, Kerry thought grimly.
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