Everything was dark except for the minute beam coming from the crack of the wooden wall. The smell was rustic and everywhere was dusty. She tried to feel things through her hands so that she won't bump or fall to something. "I should have followed what they've told me", as her mind was buzzing of the thought. As she had caressed on something plain and sort of ivor-ish and very slim to hold. She can hear her classmates laughing out loud outside and so she cried, "Anyone?, let me outta here, PLEASE!!!" but yet no one have heard or no one dared or its just that she was supposed to be there. Locked up.
The thing that she was holding while, trying to bump her fist on the cracked wall, calling for help was indeed a skeleton. She had knew for the tiny crack had become sufficient enough to light what was being held against it. She was terrified and swear to God, out of words to speak as the expressionless skull was glaring (let's just assume that it had eyes) at her. A shrill of loud shout came and yes, that was the keyword for her classmates-thought to be friends unlocked the door. Good thing, she didn't faint, good thing she was still alive but that doesn't matter with her so called "friends", it was something FUN for them. Something that would complete there day. She had let it pass-everything just pass by.
Hmmm... let's see, ah, the day she borrowed a pencil from her supposedly "seatmate" in which she wasn't able to borrow hence she wouldn't. Inside her "seatmate"'s pink stash were long, slim of pencils, lined and not even 1 single pen was lent to her. Just as recess, was on and that particular "seatmate" was hovering over lunch boxes and came across to her lunch box, a flash of delight was on her. Then, came the exchange of goods, her pencil for her "siopao". Yes, and she did have the opportunity to write the lessons with growling tummy to match. Hungry as hell.
Nannies, supposedly be the substitute guardian or parents for a child but oh well, so much luck with this girl that most of the hired nannies were far off. Came, the black-mailing nanny. It was already almost 4-5pm and there was nowhere in sight of the chubby and petite nanny. Most of her classmates were gone and then zero. She was all alone and so she tried her luck to venture off the gates but as an innocent soul as it is, the huge roaring and screeching of the jeepnies scared her. She waited beside the candle stand, where people light a candle and pray. She has the gut feeling that the fat nanny wouldn't come (changed the chubby to fat) and so she can't help it but cry, not for help but cry for being pitied, being stupid, being gullible, being innocent, being nerd, being dork and being BULLIED BY EVERYONE.
Thus this endless, memories creates a growing person to something, different to which parents thought their little goody boy/girl will be. It had sort of become a foundation of what you'll be in the near future-STAY BEING BULLIED, BE THE BULLY or FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT.
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STAY BEING BULLIED
Yes, I get that there's always inferiority/superiority complex trend and that's the only trend that would never change (that's how I see it). It all boils down to the people the child is with, as what most parenting articles says-a child is like a sponge at a very young age a child can mimic, store and apply the things he/she have heard and seen. Parents should have gotten to realize this, won't they? or some of the parents or future parents are with the problematic family and so they've followed the format, simple as that eh. Being scared and no one to turn to is what encourage this situation to most bullied kids or even adults. They just need someone or group of people who believes in them and that could synched with them.
School is a jungle, full of fierce and savage creature. Its called luck if you have survived for the whole term in the jungle. School, is the vulnerable place of the bully acts because its where parents are not around and only four eyed adults are there to sort of guide them. But thinking bout it, students mostly are not comfortable to talk to these four eyed adults (its just a term;peace). They are more free to talk to the same age, where they could relate of their likes the current trends and be chums with things. If being a nerd and dork is the trend then most likely there will be bigger chances for your kid to get along but no, that's why being POPULAR is there to stay.
Keeping mum and away from the ruckus, wouldn't do. Why? If your seeing yourself being contented with the mockery and abuse for the rest of your effin' life then you should be a masochist (look it up if your interested to know what that word means). Its just like your locked up in a cell and knowing that you have no way out but inside.
BE THE BULLY
There's always this liberating feeling of manipulating things or even people. Its just like your being a GOD yourself, though, instead of concerning yourself of the common good of everyone its the other way around. It's like any afternoon drama-there wouldn't be a protagonist w/o an antagonist but hell no, this ain't no soap this is real life. Most of the bullies are product of violence at home. At home they are the bullied but in some place else they are the bullies hence they are away from the people/situations they are afraid of or where they are oppressed emotionally and physically. Having the angst and a victim whom they can relate in which they can see themselves when they are abused-that's the easy target.
BAM! we have created a MONSTER (yes, WE, its the society/family that usually emanates these creatures). This monster know every pain and fear that you feel inside your systems because they are as well victims of being bullied. Victims of the carnal and psyched minds of man (yes I'm included;no exemptions). They become who they are and the purpose of their existence here is nothing but giving pleasures to their sadistic desires.
And so if you are sick and tired of the cycle...
FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT
This is a broad statement and a very hmmmm.. let's just say hypocritical thing to say to anyone. Right, depends on who is using and thinking of it on a specific situation. But, irregardless, there are more or less in calculating the consequences of your actions. There are right which are wrong for others and v.v. It's all up to you.
Ever heard of the word, R-E-S-P-E-C-T? Google it and don't just read about it and laugh and make surreal realization in your head. APPLY IT.
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| so let's group hug:photo from sodahead.com |
P.S.
There are things and memories in your childhood that you can't erase and become part of you but as you grow and become an adult, your views changed and physically you change but somewhere deep down that successful person, there's still that voice that echos from time to time. It bring back forgotten memories and it sometimes, hurts you, and well sometimes it ignites and motivates you to FIGHT BACK.
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