Happy slapping: en novelle om mobning og trusler

I woke up on the coldest Monday morning there ever have been record.

I did put on some clothes, and began making some breakfast. I took some eggs and vegetables and made me an omelet. My mom came down to the kitchen and steered at me. I shouted at her, and said, “what the fuck is wrong with you”, she was freezing and she didn’t say a word. It irritated me. I took an egg and threw it towards her.

Yesterday my mother and I having a quarrel. I waited like for ages in my room and waited until my mom was going at work. When I heard the door closing I was hurrying me, because I was hopping my omelet was still warm, but when I came down my omelet was gone.

I looked out the window and saw the bus was holding outside my house. I yelled to my father that he needed to drive me to the school. He didn’t answer me and I ran up to him and yelled ”you need to drive me to the school”. I can’t come too late on my first day.

I grabbed my phone, my lunch pack and my bag and ran out to the car. My father came out in his pajamas and with a breed roll.