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posted on 01/03/2007&nbs-08:00;@&nbs-08:00;02:01&nbs-08:00;am

Were you bullie little Amy...not my poem..
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Little Amy

LITTLE AMYWere you bullied, little Amy? Everybody was happy it was the first day of school.We where all exited, one step closer the adult world.We were called up, one by one.Praud parents stood and watched. Where were you, little Amy? After a week a new girl started, we nearly never saw her. We had to be nice to her, she didn't have any parents. It was to late to start after a week, cause they you don't get any friends. What did you do, little Amy? The years went by, and we got stronger, you got weaker. We turned into gangs who went together too school, and was visiting each other after school. I remember a party in 4.grade. Everybody was envited even you. We got dressed in the prettiest dresses.We had to laugh when you came in yours.We ate cakes and laught, you smiled...maybe. Before we where going to leav, we wanted to play a fun game. It was my idea, you were choosen.You got your hair washed in coke. We laughed, you cried. Did the tears come, little Amy?You wern't soo smart, you had many mistakes.Christmas came and christmas went. But first we were supposed to have a christmas play in school. Josef, Maria and Jesus. You were the Jesus-child. I was Maria.We slaped and hit you.Even under the show. You were the Jesus-child the innocent. What did you think then, little Amy?I remember one day.We were supposed to take old familystuff and tell about it in class. I had grandpas woodshoe.YOU had a beautiful doll. It was mad of poselen with a silk dress and gold hair. It was your greay grandmas. It was too pretty. We tok it and broke the head, we tok it in the mud. Ripped of the clothes and cut the hair.We ruind it completley.We ruind a part of you. Can you forgive, little Amy? Junior high.We got new friends. But you were still there, like a shadow. We threated you, kicked you to and back from school.To christmas once you had got a new pen.I tok it, and i still have it. It was off god quality so it still writes.What are you writing with, little Amy? I remember a time in 7.grade, somebody stole my jacket. I saw who it was 2 boys from 2.grade. I cried, it was new and ekspensive.I walked down the corridors, we actuly had class, but i cried.On the end i meet you. I sniffeld.You came over yo me and asked carefully what it was. I told you cirying everything,you comforted me with few words. I cried into your body. Why are you soo nice, little Amy?We walked into next class, you a little bit after me,because i didn't want it to look like we were together. School was finished, we tok you. I had forgotten all the soft. We slaped you.I acused you even for have taken my jacket. Soo i took yours, it wasen't as nice as mine, but it was OK. Were you cold then, little Amy?We learnd about bulling at school, was that necessery? Our class were good, we had a good enviorment, and at least no bullying. We had tests, you had to help us. We made notes were you had to answer, or else... You did what we said, you always did. Then the teacher came, you were caught for cheating, just you. You didn't protest, got the punishment. It happend many times, we never told, you took our punishment. Do you remember when you were the Jesus child,little Amy? We had winter too , that was the worst for you.I remember the winter in 7.grade, it was specal.I was mad at everyone, and it went over you. The whole class was in it,we took your head,shaked it and ripped of your jacket. Your head was buried in the snow many times. We buried you in the snow, and went skiing over you. Did you see anything, little Amy?A teacher came and found you, hospital was your next stop. The class had to write a letter to you, were you lay. One of our classmates had fainted because of a headache in the snow. And we were a nice class, soo get better card and chocolat was something we had to do. But what did you think when you read the threats in all the letters.And when you saw that all the best chocolates were gone. What did you think then, little Amy? You came to school again.A little quieter than before,maybe a little scarder than before? We took your school books, you always did your homework, soo nowwe didn't need to do it. Your grades got lower well? What did the people at home say, little Amy? It was summer, class went on a trip to the beach.You were tiny in your blue bathin suite. We swam and played ball in the lovley water.Then we took you...again.We did it for fun.You looked to peace full were you swam.We swam after you and we were holding you under water.You coffed and swallowd water. Why didn't you scream, little Amy?You fainted in the water, we pulled you up to land by your hair. A teacher got life to you again. Poor kid,she got cramps in the water. Were you dreaming, little Amy? Summer holiday came,we were eksited. You were forgot in all the happyness.You were probably happy then, got eksited, when we got eksited. The summer holidays seperated our ways, summer holidays joys was the next.Did you have fun, little Amy? School started again, you were even thinner and wither then before. The scool year started with bruises for you.We knocked you out on the first school day.Nearly once in a week you got bullied. You were an outsider, you never had a friend. We stole things from you,the things we wanted, we stole. How were you, little Amy? Itill a day in May. We came to school, we didn't see you. The teacher was white...the principal came in the classroom. She had drownd her self tonight. The class was quiet, thougts went wild thorogh everyone. Outside spring was in time, soon the summer came again. You choose a nice day to die, little Amy
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