Bonnie (Potato Bites)

Third Potato Bite, I'm trying to convey emotions here.

Bonnie felt the presence of the group, she heard the loud laughing and harsh tone, the jeering. Iticha repeated over and over , “Bonnie is a ninny, Bonnie is a snitch, Bonnie is a trany, and she’s a little b***h.” The other students tried to hold back their laughter, they were red in the face. Bonnie fled the group, heading for the washroom, where she found her classroom teacher Miss Jefferson watching with a serious look of shared bleak outlook. Miss Jefferson embraced Bonnie. “It’s ok Bonnie, it’s going to be ok,” she said soathing the crying girl. Bonnie stopped crying and made her way through the doors to the girls bathroom, waiting for school to be over.

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Is this the continuation of the previous story Amal and Sasha or a completely different one?

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

A completely different one, I just wanted to test my story making skills.

[Najam Us Saher]

Okay, I get it.