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by Tammy Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Other · Biographical · #1926419
A tragic short story about a young girl in primary school.
I remember the day it happened. I remember the weather everything, it was cold and windy. I woke up as usual at 8:00. I got ready, brushed my teeth, put my uniform on, and ate breakfast. Like a normal girl in primary school would, I was in year 6. I was excited for school because it was Tuesday and we had art and English, they were my two favourite lessons.

I got to school late as usual; I was always late to school. I ran up the stairs with my big bag on my shoulders and my skirt down to my knees and my white socks pulled to my knees. My polished black shoes with a strap. My blue shirt and navy cardigan. My top button done up and my tie done all the way to the top. I walked through the big brown doors and left my bag outside my classroom. I walked in late and everyone stared at me as usual. Our first lesson was English my favourite. I remember we learnt about story writing. I wrote about a girl who fell in love and ran away from her abusive parents. I loved writing I always have. Then our next lesson was maths. I hated maths I would just hold my pencil and day dream the whole lesson. I was always in the lower group for maths. Then as soon as the bell went I ran outside with my friends. We went in to the playground and ate our snacks. Then the bell went soon after we sat down and gossiped. Then we had art. We were making puppets. I only did half a lesson of art. Then the other half I went to my flute lessons. After I came back we had lunch. Tuesday was year 6’s turn in the woods. We played in there. Our whole year would play hide and seek. Then after that we had drama, in the hall we practised for the end of year play. We did that for the last two lessons and then it was home time. My uncle would come and pick me up in the car. He would be waiting across the road for me in his car but sometimes his van. That day he picked me up in his van. I loved going in his van I was high up and at the front I loved it. Every time he picked me up the same song played as soon as I sat down. The scissor sisters. I hated that song. Then we would get to his house and he would go to sleep.

He lived on this estate, I loved it round there. I knew everyone. But I would go meet this boy everyday Chris. We were so close and I never thought he would do anything to hurt me. So I meet him where we always meet. It was really cold it was almost Christmas. We were both freezing. He would put his arm round me and hug me so I would stay warm. He was older than me I was in year six and he was in year nine. He was the same age as my sister. Then he said lets go to my house its getting cold. I always went round to his house. I knew his mom as well she was so nice to me. His house had three floors he had the top floor all to himself. We went to his room and we always watched American dad. I fell asleep. I woke up and he was sitting next to me. I didn’t think anything was going to happen. Then I sat up and put my head on this shoulder. He pushed me on the bed. I tried to get back up and he pinned my shoulders down. He took my skirt and underwear off. Then I felt it. I was crying and screaming stop. Then after a while he stopped. I jumped out of his bed put my clothes back on and ran down the stairs. His mom was in the kitchen and she asked me what’s wrong. I just carried on running out the house. I sat at the place where we would always meet. Crying my eyes out and then some people I knew saw me and asked what was wrong. I just ran and went to a park and sat there on a bench.

Then my Nan called me and I had to go to my uncle’s house because every Tuesday we had this meeting thing when some people in our family went round to his house. The kids were always standing outside playing not only the people who came other kids from round the estate. They saw something was up then this one boy took me for a walk and asked what was wrong, I kept convincing him it was nothing then we turned round the corner and we saw him…Chris. I just ran away scared and went to my uncles house. Now you know. Don’t trust anyone but yourself even if they are as close as family. I remember the day it happened.

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