The new house II

The small town that I came from marked me out as being different from everyone new that I came across. It was said that I was posh, stuck up, teachers pet - yet I didn't really know what these things meant.

I felt sad and very alone. I realised that I had never been in a situation where I didn't know anyone and I had no knowledge of how to get passed it.

On the long bus ride to school each morning I would sit on my own at the front of the bus, too scared to walk further into their den. For half an hour I would try to sit without a reaction as various things were thrown at me. Some missing but many hitting the spot. I spent a lot of break times at that school trying to wash away spit or pull gum from my long hair.

About two weeks into our new house, a large group of older kids followed me from the bus. Spitting, tripping, slapping and calling me names. I tried my hardest not to listen and I tried to block out their words and concentrate on counting how many steps it was from the bus to my house - 539 if you are interested. I ran the last few and my tormentors also picked up pace. As I neared my gate my brother stepped into the path. I guess that I gave him quite a shock. Long hair mangled from their pulling and tears streaming down my face with a crowd of thugs in hot pursuit.

He didn't stop to ask any questions. To him it was plain to see what I was running away from. The thugs disbanded but my bro chased the biggest boy ruby tackling him as he tried to leg it around the back of a neighbours house. The street was suddenly silent. None of the taunts or shouting that there had been and I could feel a collective gasp as my brother rammed the biys head into the wall behind him.

"If you ever touch my little sister again you will be sorry." he said.

"and you can tell all of you looser friends too. Do you understand? If she so much as comes home with a single hair out of place I will come for you. Got it?"

It seemed the leader of the gang wasn't all that after all. My bro said that there was a wet patch on the driveway when he left him stunned and embarassed. I didn't feel my brothers victory though and refused to look at or speak to my family for days.

I was embarassed by their bullying and mortified that my brother had proved that bullying really does work.

From then on they left me alone. The estate kids kind of accepted me but I knew that it was only because they were scared of my brother, still it did make my life easier.