Nobody liked Jude. She was odd. A poor 12 year old girl, alone every morning tea and lunchtime. She was very pretty, long blonde hair, sparkly green eyes, skinny, although she had no friends. She would do anything. She was pretty much invisible.
In the weekend, my best friend and I were leaving the movies, when we saw Jude pull out onto the road on her bike. She was in the bike lane as a 4-wheel drive passed her, knocking her over on the way. The driver didn’t know what they’d done, so we ran to her and helped. She was crying but it wasn’t that severe, we didn’t think.
As I called for help, Abby realised her arm was in a funny position. “EW… LOOK AT HER ARM!” She screeched. Jude was clutching her arm as help arrived. She was screaming as the paramedics carefully lifted her into the Ambulance.
As they raced her to the Hospital one of the paramedics asked her to explain what and how it had happened. But she was speechless, in such fright, but still clutching her arm. When her cast was put on, her mother took Abby, Jude and I home.
At school on Monday, we let Jude hang out with us. Hannah, the M.P.G.I.S (most popular girl in school) took offence at the way Jude was looking at her because Hannah knew Jude never had anyone to hang out with. Wherever Jude went, Hannah would call her things and pushed & shoved her.
During lunchtime Hannah hit Jude, but Jude didn’t respond, and we all walked off. But Hannah followed. We kept turning around and giving her weird looks, but she didn’t care. That’s when Hannah started running up to us. She jumped on Jude’s back screaming and yelling, leant back, fell on the grass, and strangled her. Suddenly people were swarming in pinching, punching and abusing her. Tears poured down her face as we helped her up and sprinted to the staffroom.
Hannah’s bullying was continued for the rest of the term and after the holidays she didn’t come back to school.
I guess she moved.
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