Hello everyone again! I'm glad you're all following my stories with interest. I finally managed to get my second story completed, so now I have more time to focus on this one. Also, I'm glad you're all sharing your own experiences of bullying. By writing this story, I'm trying to draw attention to what goes on, but also to give others confidence to talk about their problems. So, shall we get on?

For this chapter, Year 8 has started. For anyone not British, this is your second year in secondary school. We are already a term in, and I'm having problems. But, this will tell you about them. Leon POV remember.

Bullied

Chapter 5: Why Did I Say That?

"Ok class, open your books to page twenty-seven and start to take notes." our teacher called out to the class from her laptop.

"Well, guess we better get to it." Lilly said, who was sitting next to me.

I nodded silently, not responding. Lilly still had some weird effects on me. But hey, life goes on.

We were in the middle of last period English, and me and Lilly shared a table with Kate Jackman and Sarah Venkatesh. Obviously not our choice, seeing as though me and Lilly hated Kate and Sarah's guts. We were also sure the feeling was mutual.

"Hey Leon, give me the answers." Kate said, whist chewing noisily on some gum.

"The teacher just asked us to take notes. There are no questions to answer." I said quietly.

The reason I was being quiet boiled down to a couple of reasons. One: I was sitting next to Lilly, and she had always had this affect on me, and Two: I hated Kate and Sarah's guts. If I kept quiet, it gave them less to pick at, and they jumped at any opportunity to pick at me.

"You getting loud Flood?" Sarah said.

"No, I simply answered a question!" I said, my voice insisting.

Kate and Sarah said nothing, though both were giving me an evil look.

Oh, for fuck sake. Why me?

The Next Day...

It was first period History, and I didn't have any of my friends in this lesson. But, I did have Kate and Sarah. Oh, the joy.

I was copying the days work into my book when something hit me in the head. It was a pen. OK, no biggie, I've been hit with worse.

Next it was a rubber. Right, that hurt. I just decided to keep my head down. Finally, there was a clatter and something nudged my hand.

It was a pair of scissors. Luckily, it had hit me handles first and it was not thrown hard enough to do any serious damage anyway.

"Leon!" I looked up to see Kate looking at me. "Throw me my scissors back!"

I considered telling her to say please, but that was likely to earn me a slap, so I picked up the scissors and gently threw them back. They landed in front of Kate, about a rulers length from her book, but she covered her eye and burst into tears. Sarah yelled:

"LEON! WHY DO THAT?"

The teacher, Mr Smith, turned and came toward her. He asked what had happened.

"Sir, Leon threw those scissors at Kate." Sarah said, and Kate only nodded to back her up. Sir rounded on me, and my mouth dropped.

"Did you Leon?"

"Of course not! Come on, it's me! Since when would I ever hurt someone?"

Mr Smith nodded, seeing the truth in this.

"OK Leon, I believe you."

"Sir! You fuckwit! Leon is dangerous and should be removed!" Sarah yelled.

"Sarah! Leave my class! I will not have you calling me that!"

Sarah stomped out, grumbling under her breath.

Kate spoke to me once the teacher moved away.

"I'm going to get you for that."

I finally lost my patience.

"Kate, it didn't hit you, so stop being such an attention seeker." I said, my voice scared but firm.

"What did you say?" She asked, her own threatening, but also shocked.

"You heard. Fuck off." I said, before rushing out of the class.

Oh, Leon. Why did you say that?

The next few months...

The next few months were brutal at school. Every History lesson made me so nervous to go to. Of course, you can't just duck out of a lesson, so I still went, and Kate and Sarah were attempting every opportunity to get me in trouble for something and make my life hell. They've spat on me in the corridors, pushed me off my chair, and stuck gum in my hair. I remember going to my Head Of Year one time:

"Look, you need to move me from that class." I said.

"I'm afraid there is nothing we can really do. To move you, we have to re-organize your entire timetable." my Head Of Year replied.

"Then do that! I cant take another day of being spat on. Do something!"

"Fine. I'll look into it, but I cant guarantee anything."

I stormed out of her office. I was beginning to get pissed off with the fact no-one was helping me.

The next week would prove to be brutal.

Humphrey, Garth, Jordan and Lilly were all out on a French trip to Paris with the school. This left me completely alone. I had never felt so boxed in.

So, History. Hopefully one of my last ones, and this time, I decided to glance at Kate and Sarah. Due to my private request, both had been moved to the other side of the room so neither got in the way of my learning. When I spotted them today, they had their heads together, hatching a plan.

Oh, fan-fucking-tastic.

I heard a chair scrape over the noisy din of the class, and saw Kate's legs approaching. When I looked up, she had a sharp pencil clenched tightly in one hand. I sighed. No prizes for guessing what happened next.

She came behind me and I felt a stabbing sensation in my left ear. Luckily, I managed to knock her hand away. the second time though? Not so lucky.

She then went for my right ear. It found it's mark and I felt the pencil plunge into my ear. I screamed in pain, and Kate held the pencil there. I reached up and pushed her away, then I pulled the pencil put of my ear. I held my hand to my ear and fell of my chair through not balancing enough. I heard a girl scream. I pulled my hand away from my ear. I saw blood.

Lots of Blood.

I felt my world go black for a split second, but I forced myself to stay awake.

"YOU BITCH!" I screamed at Kate. I heard the door slam. Then I heard conversation.

"Kate's gone."

"Must have pissed herself about being caught."

"She's in so much trouble."

Mr Smith came to me and helped me up. I was crying now from the pain.

"Someone take Leon to the medical room. I don't care who."

Two people from my class escorted me down there. Once sat down, and a bandage over my ear, I was asked for a statement, telling them my recollection of events. I got someone else to write, because I felt weak and my hands were shaking.

"So, she came over to you with a pencil, went to stab your left ear, you swatted her away, then she went for your right ear?"

"Yes." I said.

"Well, her events are different to yours." said the teacher who had written my statement.

I snapped my eyes open.

"In what way?"

She pulled out another set of pages and spoke. "It says here you were sat next to her, and you were touching her in places she didn't like. She stabbed you in self defence."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. She sits on the opposite side of the room to me! Come on!" I yelled, becoming frustrated.

"I'm sorry Leon, I do believe you, but one of you is lying."

I hit the pillow. Luckily for me, my teacher came in, holding his seating plan.

"I just heard that. Kate does sit on the other side of the room, and she did come to me. I have fourteen eye-witnesses who are willing to give statements.

I sighed in relief. Looks like Kate wasn't winning this one.

After a quick trip to hospital, I found that Kate had only pierced the skin of my ear, so my hearing would remain unaffected. But I couldn't help but think that my hearing could have been down the toilet if she had managed to get the pencil deep into my ear.

So, that's what happened. Harsh? Well, in my eyes, obviously, but you've all got your own opinion.

Also, I'd like to offer you all an opportunity. I know most people have experienced bullying, so if you would like to share your experiences with someone, get them off your chest as it were, then please don't hesitate to ask me. I will see you all soon with the next chapter.

-KovuTheLion15 :D