Hey, guys. I have been reading some personal problems that some of you guys post (I don’t need to say names, they all know who they are) and I have been thinking that I could do the same with a problem that’s going on in my life.
Okay, we all have some kind of rough situation that we are going trough. It’s part of life. But carry on…
(I am not going to use real names on this).
This situation has started a loooooooooooong time ago, but, of course, I am resuming this.
A girl named Sylvia (she is fifthteen) met a boy who is two years older than her (do the maths). His name is Andrew.
They were in love, but in those relationships that you know that it won’t last for long. I don’t know if they kinda understood that but me and my friends noticed right away.
They were happy, you could see it, but they were always have arguments over nothing and that ended up in break ups, although after 3 days they were always back to each other.
One very irrelevant thing for the story: He is veeeeery jealous. And when I mean very jealous, I mean that is a sick person of jealously.
Last week, after arguments and more arguments and break-ups, Sylvia had decided that this was the real end. He was being jealous again over a boy of our class that is her desk partner and also her best friend. He said that he was ‘going to f*ck all his face and bones’ (sorry for the bad vocabulary) and he was going to do his grave. She walked away from him and never said anything anymore. “It is over.”
Personally, I never really liked him. He didn’t inspire me trust or anything like that. He always seemed a bad guy to me (not that I judge people by his face or something, it was just… a feeling that I had). And I was not the only one who thought like that, indeed. Everybody of my class just felt this was going waaay to abnormal.
The next day, everyone was chatting happily in the bar of our school to trying to cheer up on her when, suddently, Andrew
appears. ‘Come with me’ he said. We all stopped to look at him. The silence was uncomfortable. He smirked and grabbed her by the arm with an enormous strength that she hissed in pain.
‘I am just going to have a private discussion with her.’ – Andrew affirmed.
‘Are you going to be okay?’ – Ricardo, one of my friends, asked looking at her.
She nodded and went away with her still grabbing her arm. He all looked at each other and felt very uneasy. We didn’t know what this guy had in mind after all.
10 minutes went by, 15, 25, 30… No sign of her. This was killing me.
‘I am going to look for her.’ – I blurted out.
‘Yeah, we better all go. It has been 30 minutes since she left. It’s taking too long for her return.’ – Flavio agreed and we all went looking for her.
>>It was a Friday afternoon and we all have free afternoon, so we usually stay in school until 4 p.m. when the others students are already at their homes.
We splited up in groups for it to be more easy to find her since the school still is quite big. I was with more three girls when we found them and the sight was not good at all. She was fallen in the ground holding on to her right cheek, crying. He yelled like an animal at her and grabbed her hair, like he wanted to rip it off. The next thing I knew, I was pushing him aside (I dunno how but I succeeded) and throwing him off of her.
‘Get. Off. The. Way.’ – he told us.
‘What are you doing, Andrew? You are not on your mind right now! Please, stop and breath deeply!’ – I said.
Sylvia was clenching at our arms and sobbing like hell. I didn’t move a muscle. I was not going to allow this guy beat her!! He smirked at us and cracked his fingers. He was adding towards us. I felt like all blood had drained off of my face and my heart stopped beating. HE WAS GONNA BEAT US!
Then, all the boys came shouting and running and I saw punches and kicks and… I was paralyzed with terror. I… Felt very useless back there… I didn’t anything, but what could have I done? If I tried to break the fight, I would be knocked out for sure.
The boys of my class were holding him by the arms and, that instant, a school worker found us. We all tried to calm down and the worker took us to the director. We explained the situation. Andrew got expelled for 2 weeks and Sylvia had to go to the hospital for treating some cuts he had done to her. He managed to hurt some boys of my class too but it was just bruises or little cuts.
Nobody was expecting him to come on Monday to school, however, he was waiting in the park, and two girls of my class that were going home by foot, got injured because of him. (Those two were the girls that along with me found Sylvia).
We have different time tables and it’s not everytime that we can go home together. That worries me since I go home by foot too. Luckily, or not, I didn’t go by foot that day.
Mind blow!! Seriously, sorry guys for all the trouble you had in reading this huge post. But, I guess, I needed to let this all out. It was stuck inside. I just wanna know now your opinion.
Hey, guys. I have been reading some personal problems that some of you guys post (I don’t need to say names, they all know who they are) and I have been thinking that I could do the same with a problem that’s going on in my life.
Okay, we all have some kind of rough situation that we are going trough. It’s part of life. But carry on…
(I am not going to use real names on this).
This situation has started a loooooooooooong time ago, but, of course, I am resuming this.
A girl named Sylvia (she is fifthteen) met a boy who is two years older than her (do the maths). His name is Andrew.
They were in love, but in those relationships that you know that it won’t last for long. I don’t know if they kinda understood that but me and my friends noticed right away.
They were happy, you could see it, but they were always have arguments over nothing and that ended up in break ups, although after 3 days they were always back to each other.
One very irrelevant thing for the story: He is veeeeery jealous. And when I mean very jealous, I mean that is a sick person of jealously.
Last week, after arguments and more arguments and break-ups, Sylvia had decided that this was the real end. He was being jealous again over a boy of our class that is her desk partner and also her best friend. He said that he was ‘going to f*ck all his face and bones’ (sorry for the bad vocabulary) and he was going to do his grave. She walked away from him and never said anything anymore. “It is over.”
Personally, I never really liked him. He didn’t inspire me trust or anything like that. He always seemed a bad guy to me (not that I judge people by his face or something, it was just… a feeling that I had). And I was not the only one who thought like that, indeed. Everybody of my class just felt this was going waaay to abnormal.
The next day, everyone was chatting happily in the bar of our school to trying to cheer up on her when, suddently, Andrew
appears. ‘Come with me’ he said. We all stopped to look at him. The silence was uncomfortable. He smirked and grabbed her by the arm with an enormous strength that she hissed in pain.
‘I am just going to have a private discussion with her.’ – Andrew affirmed.
‘Are you going to be okay?’ – Ricardo, one of my friends, asked looking at her.
She nodded and went away with her still grabbing her arm. He all looked at each other and felt very uneasy. We didn’t know what this guy had in mind after all.
10 minutes went by, 15, 25, 30… No sign of her. This was killing me.
‘I am going to look for her.’ – I blurted out.
‘Yeah, we better all go. It has been 30 minutes since she left. It’s taking too long for her return.’ – Flavio agreed and we all went looking for her.
>>It was a Friday afternoon and we all have free afternoon, so we usually stay in school until 4 p.m. when the others students are already at their homes.
We splited up in groups for it to be more easy to find her since the school still is quite big. I was with more three girls when we found them and the sight was not good at all. She was fallen in the ground holding on to her right cheek, crying. He yelled like an animal at her and grabbed her hair, like he wanted to rip it off. The next thing I knew, I was pushing him aside (I dunno how but I succeeded) and throwing him off of her.
‘Get. Off. The. Way.’ – he told us.
‘What are you doing, Andrew? You are not on your mind right now! Please, stop and breath deeply!’ – I said.
Sylvia was clenching at our arms and sobbing like hell. I didn’t move a muscle. I was not going to allow this guy beat her!! He smirked at us and cracked his fingers. He was adding towards us. I felt like all blood had drained off of my face and my heart stopped beating. HE WAS GONNA BEAT US!
Then, all the boys came shouting and running and I saw punches and kicks and… I was paralyzed with terror. I… Felt very useless back there… I didn’t anything, but what could have I done? If I tried to break the fight, I would be knocked out for sure.
The boys of my class were holding him by the arms and, that instant, a school worker found us. We all tried to calm down and the worker took us to the director. We explained the situation. Andrew got expelled for 2 weeks and Sylvia had to go to the hospital for treating some cuts he had done to her. He managed to hurt some boys of my class too but it was just bruises or little cuts.
Nobody was expecting him to come on Monday to school, however, he was waiting in the park, and two girls of my class that were going home by foot, got injured because of him. (Those two were the girls that along with me found Sylvia).
We have different time tables and it’s not everytime that we can go home together. That worries me since I go home by foot too. Luckily, or not, I didn’t go by foot that day.
Mind blow!! Seriously, sorry guys for all the trouble you had in reading this huge post. But, I guess, I needed to let this all out. It was stuck inside. I just wanna know now your opinion.
Thank you all. *signs*