“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”
Lets put some more drops in the ocean, Stop Bullying -Words Hurt.
Marcella Pixley teaches eighth grade Language Arts at the Carlisle Public Schools. Her poetry has been published in literary journals such as Prairie Schooner, Feminist Studies, Sow’s Ear Poetry Review and Poet Lore, and she has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Ms. Pixley has written two young adult novels: Freak, and most recently, Without Tess. Freak received four starred reviews and was named a Kirkus Best Book of the Year.
Ms. Pixley lives in an antique farm house in Westford, Massachusetts with her husband and two sons. She is a graduate of Vassar College, University of Tennessee and Bread Loaf School of English.
Freak by Marcella Pixley
Miriam Fisher has always been proud to be an outsider. While other girls in seventh grade care about their hair and their clothes, Miriam spends her time reading the Oxford English Dictionary and writing in her journal. But things change the year her older sister, Deborah is suddenly accepted into the popular crowd, leaving Miriam isolated and reeling from feeling of anger and insecurity. Things get even worse, when The Watermelon Girls, a vicious in-group, turn up the heat and begin harassing Miriam with more and more cruelty. If she is every going to survive seventh grade, Miriam is going to have to learn how to stand up for herself. But does she have the strength?
,,The only place on earth I hate as much as the lockers is the school bus. The school bus is a physical map of who’s cool and who isn’t. No one tells you where to sit. There isn’t any seating chart. But if you know who you are, you know where to go. Here’s how it works: the more popular you are, the closer you sit to the back of the bus; the more of a loser you are, the closer you sit to the front. It’s as easy as that. In the back, the kids vandalize seat covers, make out, pass notes, and throw spit wads at the front of the bus; in the front of the bus, kids read, do homework, look out the window, and try to disappear. Kids at the back of the bus are beautiful. They find each other because being seen together makes them look even better. Kids at the front of the bus know they are defective. They have pimples or glasses or crooked teeth or greasy hair. They are embarrassed to be seen.
The only thing more dangerous than being a loser with a group of popular kids behind you is being part of a group of losers all corralled together, like pathetic lambs waiting to be slaughtered. And here’s the worst part. We hate each other. We hate each other even more than the popular kids hate us. We hate each other because when we look at each other, we can see what they are laughing at.”