Fifty eight

I sat back shocked and surprised. How could he even attempt to laugh at whatever I was saying. The names weren’t funny, they were my nightmares, they were the factors that contributed to my terrible life.

It wasn’t about the laughter, it was the fact that I had trusted him enough to open up, trusted him enough to tell him what I was going through, then after doing all that, he found the audacity to laugh in front of me. I was about to tell him how much people laughed at me every day, how bad the laughter and names and jokes people cracked over my name rang in my head, but that would not happen. He had betrayed my trust.

‘‘Why would you find the names or anything I said funny,’’ I asked innocently.

‘‘Uhm sorry, can we continue,’’ he uttered drifting back to seriousness.

What kind of school was this, everyone was mischievous the teachers, students and now te principal himself.

‘‘Do you have anything to prove that the students you claim have been bullying you?’’ he asked.

‘‘Yes,’’ I