• I sat on my bus and stare deeply into my book till I feel someone moving my hair. I look back and immediately know who it is. The same guy who always sits behind me. He never seems to see me, but he’s never done anything to me before so when he apologizes I just say “That’s ok,” in almost a whisper and try to go back to my book. Then I hear Jose say “You know Cole’s gonna kick your a**?” I look up and want to ask why? My brother wouldn’t hurt anyone because they accidentally touched my hair. John doesn’t catch it the first time and thinks he said Colton the second time. Then he acts like he just realizes something’s in my hair. He tells me “Don’t move” and “I’ll get it out.” At first I don’t know what’s going on, and then I feel the hair he’s pulling. Gum. I hold still as he seems to try and pull it out. I get pissed and frustrated as tears come my eyes. I want to yell ‘What have I ever done to you?’ John says he was trying to hit someone past me. I don’t believe it. I start to wonder if he was pulling it out to make my brother not kick his a**. The tears start coming and as he passes me to get off I want to kick him more than I ever wanted to hurt someone before. I Never truly felt like kicking anyone other than Cole, but that was when we were much younger. I begin to cry from the frustration. I tell johns girlfriend “If you saw him do this then you are a b***h, and If he did this on purpose then he’s a d**k.” I repeat it twice before Jose or Vincent tells her what I said. I stare intently out the window till she leaves. I hear her talk about herself and referring to herself as a b***h and as she does I wonder if she’s hinting that her and him really did it. When she leaves I ask Jose if John did it on purpose. “Of course, he’s a d**k,” and he made another comment about my brother kicking his a**. Robby say’s something like, “no.” Like nothing is solved by violence and I know it’s true. The bus driver takes a different route dropping off some other kids before me, and I’m thankful because I’m sure he’s doing it for me, so that I don’t have to walk past so many kids. Then when I walk past the last kids on the bus a girls says some thing along the lines of ‘I hope you get laid’ As I hit the last step I yell “******** off!” I storm off the bus and as I walk across the front of it I flick them off and hope the bus driver doesn’t think I’m flicking him off. As I’m halfway down the street I hear the girl yell the same thing as before, and I yell “******** OFF!” again and louder till my voice cracks. I cry the rest of the way home, and as I walk in the door I realize Cole’s home. I look over at him and a friend as I pass to my room. I almost make it to my room without falling apart. Then before I’m in I chuck my book and back pack, meaning I fell apart as I reached my bedroom door. I laid on my bed cried for a couple minutes, before walking a short distance around my room, and try my best not to break something. More than anything at that moment I wanted to break something. I don’t break anything. I walked out of my room and ask my brother for help. He didn’t know what to do so my step father Dave cut it out. Luckily the rest of my hair seems to cover it. My frustration still makes me want to cry. I don’t give a s**t about my appearance, it’s just that…. When is life going to be fair? I was told by my grandfather that life isn’t fair, but I hope that someday it will get even. I hate it when the kind, quiet, and smart get screwed over by the mean, and rude, dumb asses that screw around all day.
    To all those who get screwed over in life.

    This is the follow up to my previous story.

    I actually felt so much anger the next time I saw that John kid I thought I was going to barf.

    Some time in the next week my brother was waiting at his bus stop. As the kid steps off my brother walks up to him. My brother immediately starts sucker punching the kid. The fight goes on for a couple minutes neither going to the floor. As they fight I yell something out the window trying to encourage Cole since I can’t tell who was winning. Then they just stop fighting. John hands Cole his hat and they walk away. Then our bus driver starts moving again. For the first time in a week on the bus I feel relaxed. The kid hasn’t bothered me again although I have stopped putting my back to him. Nothing bad happened. The kids at the front of the bus stopped saying ‘I hope you get some.’ I couldn’t personally tell who won but all the boys said Cole was the winner and that John got his a** beat. Sure I got called down to the office, but nothing happened. They couldn’t really do anything to my brother since he didn’t go to my school. I was just told that if this happened again that the cops would be called. I want to say that I might disagree and that violence can solve some things. My mom and step dad don’t know what happened, but when I told my real dad he said he was proud of Cole. He said that’s what brothers are for, and my brother and I are closer than we ever have been. Just to make this clear I never asked my brother to do this. I wouldn’t send my brother out to fight. I actually felt a little guilty that my brother did it.