The Diabetes Disaster

The Diabetes Disaster

Chapter 1

I am lost. I cannot understand why this is happening to me why not someone else. Nobody likes me except Benji. My parents aren’t even on my side.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed as I jumped off of a cliff. Not really. I was playing a video game where he had to jump off of a cliff and plummet into an ocean. The reason I was screaming was because I was taking my hourly shots. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Omarion Lens and I am 10 years old. When I was born I was born with diabetes. Ever since then I have had to take shots every hour. I hate it. They hurt like barney sitting on a nail. Everybody thinks shots hurt and then they realize they don’t. Well, since I have diabetes and take them regularly they really do hurt. I have a special condition so that even if I take one at 4:59 and 6:00 I could be hospitalized. I still have a lot of friends and am popular at school except I never told any of my friends that I have diabetes.

I just disappear every hour at school to go to the bathroom and take my shots. Only my teachers, family and one closest friend know that I do. His name is Benji and he doesn’t care that I have diabetes. He has a special condition where he cannot concentrate and when he does everything is a blur. He has dyslexia and he works by using a squeeze bag to hold up his energy. Nobody knows about his disorder either. It is really hard for me because everybody is badgering me to figure out where I go once an hour. Sometimes kids even follow me. But they fail as I am escorted by an assistant.


Kids are losing interest in my disappearances but it always happens when a new kid comes they find a liking to finding out where I go and everybody remembers and goes “Oh yeah, I forgot about that”, and they start it all up again. Whenever a new teacher comes they get really annoyed that I keep leaving to “go to the bathroom”, and then I have to have the principal talk to the teacher. I would never ever be able to explain to someone my disorder. A chill just runs down my spine and I stutter.

I had to draw out a picture for Benji to be able to understand. Whenever my parents try and tell someone else my condition I give them the “not in a million years” look. Every day I come home and ask my mom and dad, “did you share my secret with anybody?” They know that I am serious and I am almost positive they have never ever lied to me about that. Whenever they do tell someone, they admit. Then the person who was told becomes one of my “you shall not tell” minions. I make them swear under oath that they will never tell anyone else. My parents don’t have to swear they wont. When I asked them not to tell anyone they said “I will try”.

Chapter 2
BRRINNGGGG! The school bell rings on a chilly fall morning. It is the first day of school. Just great, I thought. More kids are coming in to wonder why I leave. I sit down in my math class the first of the day. I notice there are 3 kids who I don’t recognize. My amazing luck. They can even start their own posi. I notice that none of them are boys they are all girls. They don’t look like girly girls like the rest of the girls at my school, they look like tough girls. Like tougher than tomboys. Maybe even bullies.

No, I don’t mean to be sexist but I have never seen a girl be a bully. I mean girls can be gossip bullies but these chicks look like bully bullies. I don’t know if I can handle this. I already have a tough enough life with Benji and my condition. I see he already noticed them too. He gave me the look from across the room. I gave it to him back.
It is the oh crud look, when your like about to go on a huge roller coaster after drinking a slurpie or doing a book report in front of the class without ever having read the book. That is what I mean.

Dyslexia is not nearly as bad as diabetes. You can die from diabetes and have to have shots or a pump, dyslexia is where words fly off the page and you have trouble reading and writing. I think Benji really doesn’t like it. He knows it is tougher having diabetes then dyslexia but at least I can read and write without problem. He doesn’t have to go to an LRC or special class or nothing but he does get an excuse to take a longer time on tests and essays. He also gets a grace day for his homework so if it is due and he didn’t understand the homework or couldn’t get it then he can do it the next day. I don’t get that special treatment.


“Let us start with getting our new math books. Everybody grab a pack of three books from the shelf. They contain one math journal, a homework book, and a math planner for all of your homework." I walk over there hoping for nothing to happen. I know it seems like what is going to happen in 30 seconds but even though it isn’t my time yet with diabetes you think everything is going to happen right when you think they are. I walk over there and grab onto a pack. I walk back towards my seat. I stop. I am being pulled backward by a force. I look around and one of the bully girls is tugging on the other end of the pack. “That’s my pack punk!” she yelled at me. She yanked it out of my hand and-----.

Chapter 3


“Huh? Where am I” I ask confused. I look up my vision fading from a blur to clear. I see Benji. I also see a woman about my moms age in a white dress and hat with a needle in her hand. “Lucky you woke up before an hour was up”, Benji said. “We were going to have to sock you in the stomach to get you up so we could give you the shot”. “What the heck happened and where am I!” I screamed. This was annoying. “Well Ruth Ross smacked you in the face with the pack of books and you fell backwards onto the desk hit your head and now you are in the nurses office.” “How long have I been out?” “45 minutes,” the nurse chimed in. “How long do I have to stay here before I can go to my next class?”I asked nervously. “You can be back in 10”, nurse said.
I wanted to beat the crap out of Ruth Ross. But no. She is probably ten times stronger than me. I had an idea.


“Benji did you find out the names of the other two girls?” I said quickly. “Yah, Mackenzie Laughlin and Danny Malone. But she is better friends with Mackenzie. They have been friends since 1st grade.” “How do you know all of this stuff?” I asked. “Tell 2 things about yourself in Math.”Benji replied. “She got suspended for three days.


Three days later after Ruth came back from her suspension.


“Today in Social Studies we will be dealing with the Ancient Sumerians. Please go grab your text books.” Please don’t happen again please don’t happen again. I am at my seat once again and I don’t think anything will happen again. I spoke to soo-.

“Again”, Benji said. “Again. She did it. This is a six day suspension and one more she is expelled.” “Why did she come here?” I asked. “Kicked out of her old school for beating up a kid named John Willburs. Well at least she isn’t following you.” He chuckled. “Shut up,” I said. “Do some research on John Willburs I have a weird feeling I know that name. I don’t like that feeling.”

“He has diabetes. The same condition as you. Hourly shots.” “THAT’S IT! The club!” “What are you talking about you must still be drowsy from the bump on your head let me get you some ice” Benji said. “No I am serious.” “Give me a break Oman you told me ‘bout everything you’ve ever been a part of.” “Not this Ben, this was extremely private I swore on my life never to tell a living sole I swore on the pledge of the CWDA. Shoot! I have said too much.” “What is the CWDA?”Benji yelled.

“Fine, I will write it down”. “The children with diabetes association? There is nothing wrong with that you could have told me”. “Well, John and I kind of got in a little disagreement back at the CWDA.” “What kind of disagreement?” “Well, he thought we should have a secretary since we were so busy but I thought it cost too much and we couldn’t throw around money like that.” “Wait, BUSY??? What was the CWDA’s purpose?”

“We posted videos anonymously on YouTube about how kids with diabetes can achieve great things. But I took it a little over the top when he stepped on Fluffers (that is my cat) so I maybe hacked into his video process and made his video say “I am diabetic and I hate everyone who is diabetic. Now I might just go commit suicide. So he got kicked out of the club. So when he found out I did it we got in a fist fight and we rolled down the stairs in Metro Pkwy Park. I broke my right leg, dislocated my shoulder and suffered from head trauma. They thought I wouldn’t live. They got lucky. But he died that day. We ended the club and it has been forgotten for 50 years now.”

“Wait a freaking second, your 10. Not 50. How is that possible. "We found an elixir that allows us to re spawn after death. I am really 326 years old.” “WHAT THE HECK?? YOU THOUGHT IT WASN’T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS YOUR SECRET.” “But wait! I swore on the CWDA pledge I couldn’t have told you I really wanted to though honest to god”. But he had already stomped away.



Chapter 4
“Stop picking at your food dear,” my mom said. She just doesn't understand. It is really hard to lose a friend over something that isn’t your fault. Especially when he is your only real friend. It just really sucks. Now I have nobody to go to. Why couldn't Benji realize that I couldn't tell him. That I would have if I could have. Why cant I just be left alone.

There he is again Benji walking to math.We used to walk together.Oh darn it i forgot that we are doing a big project on geometric shapes in math and we are partners.I don't know how we are going to get through this. It is going to be a nightmare.

"Okay kids, go sit next to your partner for Geo Pattern Project." I need to think of something quickly. I got it! "Mrs Vachinski its my time". "Very well Omarion you can go" she replied. I think Benji was happy about that one. The truth is it isnt my time I just cant work with Omarion. I decide to go to my locker. 26-38-4. Click. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I shriek. There is blood on the inside of my locker. Guess what the blood is on. A note. Guess what the note says. YOU HAVE LET THE SECRET OF THE CWDA IN TO THE PUBLIC YOU SHALL DROP OFF THE MONEYS WORTH OF THE SECRET AT HEAD BASE BY 5pm TONIGHT.

The moneys worth is 13,000 dollars. I do not have that money. Why did Benji make me spit it out. How did they know? Are people....stalking me????Did they here about how Ruth beat me up? I have to be more alert. Just wait a second if i was in the club again then they would let me off the hook.But there is no club anymore.So who is following me? Well there are way to many questions bugging my brain. I am going to re create the CWDA and pretend Benji is diabetic.

"But B-man can you please forgive me you see how harsh they are, 13,000 dollars. You know we could also find out the secret about John. We could get him back in the club" I pleaded. "What's in it for me" he said. "Well, I have a plan and you could be a really big part of it bro."

" Now please would you just spit it out." "I am telling you I swear I don't know where John is". "For god sakes your his mother lady you don't know where he is? That is very hard to believe". This is unbelievable. A lady doesn't have any clue to where her son is. "He left 3 months ago when I would not help him his bullying problem with a girl named Ruth." "Why didn't you just help him with his problem," I asked suspiciously. "Well, I was really popular when I was a kid at school. I was actually the bully. Now that I am an adult I realize that I shouldn't have done that. But he really did not want to hear it. He thought that it was so nasty I couldn't be his real mother", she said tearing up."What about your husband? Is he deceased, divorced, army, in jail."He was sent to jail for being drunk in public and in jail he killed a prison guard and was sentenced to execution".

"How did he grow up like that. Knowing his dad was a killer", I asked. "I never told him. I said his dad the supermarket and never came back. He decided he would go looking for his dad and ask him to help about his bullying problems". "Do you have any idea of where he went?" "Well he said he was going to check the supermarket he went to but I couldn't tell him where he went. He went to check every supermarket in the State. God knows where he is now." "Thank you I only need one more thing. His cell phone number".

"It says here that his cell phone has been out of order since last Tuesday. I think you know what this means." "If you say go to every supermarket in the state your out of your darn mind. This isn't supposed to be a Sherlock Holmes adventure we just need to find out who put the blood writing in your locker and then turn them in. Nothing more than that". "Fine, but it is going to take a lot of more sitting down then walking to supermarkets." "Thank gosh I'm really tired right now."

Chapter 5
"So you wanna see the footage from the ninth eh?" said Mr. Bludge the snarky principal said. "Yes Mr Bludge, we are doing an investigation," I said. "An investigation on what?" he sneered. "Well, its kind of personal sir.", I said. "Very well then. I will be right back with the security man." "He isn't in a good mood it seems like," Benji said. "Hello Omarion, Benji how can I help you?" "Brady?? Your the security guard? Doesn't the security guard have to be..you know an adult?" me and Benji asked. "It is extra curricular. Some kids help kindergarteners get to the bus stop, some kids are hall monitors I am a security guard and handle the footage. How can I help you?" "We need to see some footage from the ninth." "Okay, what time?" "Sometime between 8:20 and 11:00." "So can we have it on fast forward and if we see anything suspicious then we will stop it."
So far the tape is normal. Im positive it had to be done during that time because I put my stuff in my locker at 8:20 and didn't go back until I had to get my lunch. "There it is! Back up I see someone! Wait its a girl? Its RUTH?!?! How did she know about the CWDA? Oh my god. I think thats Jessica. Jessica was Ruth all along?"


"Who is Jessica?" Benji asked. "The girl we were going to hire to be the secretary. The girl that was what ended the CWDA. She is who me and John were fighting about. ''The money isn't the real reason I didn't want Jessica. She was secretly bullying me because of my diabetes. She said kids with diabetes aren't normal and they should go die in a hole. I tried to tell that to John but he said I was jealous because Jessica liked me better."



http://www.tudiabetes.org/forum/topics/children-with-type-1-bullied



"Jessica Montego, I cant believe it you are Ruth? What is wrong with you you sick torturing---" "How did you know it was me who was Jessica", she asked. "We saw the footage girl!" I said. "Why do you hate me so much, why are you bullying me because of my diabetes? Are you against people with diabetes? Were you bullied in the past or something?" "uwuwhhwuhwhu". "Are you seriously crying? I thought you were a tough girl. You sent me to the nurses office twice and got a suspension." "SHUT UP ALRIGHT". "I have been bullied since I was old enough to be bullied no one seems to like me."


"You don't seem to be bullied now," I said. "Thats because I am the bully now those little rats can die in a hole for all I care. It is time for a taste of their own medicine." "Don't you care about feelings?" "Screw their feelings they did it to me, I do it to them." "But why are you being so mean don't you have a heart"? "No, just don't talk about it." "Okay but then why did you write that in his locker and how did you find out that he told me about it", asked Benji secretively. "Because I overheard you tell him and I wanted to freak you out. I just wanted you to feel how I felt it was horrible and you should feel the same way", yelled Ruth/Jessica. "BY the way", said Benji. "Is your name Jessica or Ruth".

"We'll its Jessica". "So who was bullying you your whole life that has sent you in the direction to vandalize kids lockers, scar them for life with your wrong doings. Who was bad enough to make you do that," I asked. I was really fed up now. "I dont know if I should tell you", said Jessica/Ruth.

"There is only one person on earth that I can really tell anything." "And who is that," I asked. "My twin sister Kristen Montego. She is the nicest person on earth and I can tell her anything. If you give her the password to access a nuclear bomb, she wont set it off or tell anybody. If you give her your wallet with 20 bucks in it and send her to a gas station to buy a pack of gum only, she will buy the gum and nothing else", said Jessica. "So you told Kristen about who bullied you?" Benji asked. "Yes, I tell her everything over Skype.", Jessica said. "Wait, why not in person?" I asked. "She lives in Italy."

Chapter 6

"How old is your sister?", I asked. "She is my age. 10. We are twins. She looks exactly like me. No different facial features. If we were standing next to each other with the same exact clothes on the only way you could tell who is who is if we spoke. Its like she is my clone. Kind of like I toke a picture of myself in Photo Booth. Thats her." "Why exactly does she live in Italy?" I asked, "Well she is a genius. Prodigy kid. She knows everything. My dad sent her to a boarding school when she was in kindergarten because when they did testing she new every number 1-100 to the 8th power by heart. She still is smarter then me. The boarding school is a school for gifted kids called Boozels Academy for The Gifted."

"Well do you think you could tell us?" asked Benji. "I guess so, the person is my dad. My dad beats me every time I come home. Its always a new reason. I get spanked I get hit I get abused its not funny. He threw a shard of glass at my face once." "What about your mom?" I asked. "Dead, died of cancer in 2007. Died 2 days before mothers day." "Maybe you should talk to your dad, sit down and ask him why he does this. This is serious." said Benji. "I will try", Jessica said.


Dad, why do you hurt me. I dont like it and I think you should stop", said Jessica. "This is not like you, you normally just sit there and wimper while I beat you," said her dad. "Well yes but I am a bully at my school and I do not want to be the kid nobody likes because I bully people. I think it is because my whole childhood I have been traumatized by you. This needs to stop. Next time you abuse me I am going to the police for child abuse." "I don't think you will need to from now on. Alright then. I guess we could learn to be better companions. So first of all tell me about yourself. I dont really know much about my own daughter. It so screwed up that for then ten whole years of being your father, I don't even know too much about you." "We can talk later daddy, I just need to thank someone really special."

"Thank you Omarion and Benji, your reunited me with my dad. And Omarion, kids with diabetes are just the same as kids without diabetes and should not be treated differently. I am so sorry I bullied you at school and in the CWDA. I also want you to meet someone special." "John!!! Is that you", I shrieked. "Yah, man how have you been?". "Do I have to tell you now there are so many questions buzzing around my brain." "Well ask me the most important one okay?" he said. "Well, did you ever find your dad at a supermarket?" I asked. "That junk, that was just to throw my mom off to where I was really going." "Where?". "To live with my dad, he moved to Rhode Island and I wanted to visit him, he only tipped me off about that." "Well, its great seeing you again dude." "You too." "Bye". And John walked off into the distance to visit his dad in Rhode Island."


THE END

About the Author
Cory Gluckman loves animals especially cats and kittens. He likes technology
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Social Action Fiction Revision 5

Social Action Story (Revision 5)

Social Action Fiction

Chapter 1

I am lost. I cannot understand why this is happening to me why not someone else. Nobody likes me except Benji. My parents aren’t even on my side.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed as I jumped off of a cliff. Not really. I was playing a video game where he had to jump off of a cliff and plummet into an ocean. The reason I was screaming was because I was taking my hourly shots. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Omarion Lens and I am 10 years old. When I was born I was born with diabetes. Ever since then I have had to take shots every hour. I hate it. They hurt like barney sitting on a nail. Everybody thinks shots hurt and then they realize they don’t. Well, since I have diabetes and take them regularly they really do hurt. I have a special condition so that even if I take one at 4:59 and 6:00 I could be hospitalized. I still have a lot of friends and am popular at school except I never told any of my friends that I have diabetes.

I just disappear every hour at school to go to the bathroom and take my shots. Only my teachers, family and one closest friend know that I do. His name is Benji and he doesn’t care that I have diabetes. He has a special condition where he cannot concentrate and when he does everything is a blur. He has dyslexia and he works by using a squeeze bag to hold up his energy. Nobody knows about his disorder either. It is really hard for me because everybody is badgering me to figure out where I go once an hour. Sometimes kids even follow me. But they fail as I am escorted by an assistant. Kids are losing interest in my disappearances but it always happens when a new kid comes they find a liking to finding out where I go and everybody remembers and goes “Oh yeah, I forgot about that”, and they start it all up again. Whenever a new teacher comes they get really annoyed that I keep leaving to “go to the bathroom”, and then I have to have the principal talk to the teacher. I would never ever be able to explain to someone my disorder. A chill just runs down my spine and I stutter.

I had to draw out a picture for Benji to be able to understand. Whenever my parents try and tell someone else my condition I give them the “not in a million years” look. Every day I come home and ask my mom and dad, “did you share my secret with anybody?” They know that I am serious and I am almost positive they have never ever lied to me about that. Whenever they do tell someone, they admit. Then the person who was told becomes one of my “you shall not tell” minions. I make them swear under oath that they will never tell anyone else. My parents don’t have to swear they wont. When I asked them not to tell anyone they said “I will try”.

Chapter 2
BRRINNGGGG! The school bell rings on a chilly fall morning. It is the first day of school. Just great, I thought. More kids are coming in to wonder why I leave. I sit down in my math class the first of the day. I notice there are 3 kids who I don’t recognize. My amazing luck. They can even start their own posi. I notice that none of them are boys they are all girls. They don’t look like girly girls like the rest of the girls at my school, they look like tough girls. Like tougher than tomboys. Maybe even bullies.

No, I don’t mean to be sexist but I have never seen a girl be a bully. I mean girls can be gossip bullies but these chicks look like bully bullies. I don’t know if I can handle this. I already have a tough enough life with Benji and my condition. I see he already noticed them too. He gave me the look from across the room. I gave it to him back.
It is the oh crud look, when your like about to go on a huge roller coaster after drinking a slurpie or doing a book report in front of the class without ever having read the book. That is what I mean.

Dyslexia is not nearly as bad as diabetes. You can die from diabetes and have to have shots or a pump, dyslexia is where words fly off the page and you have trouble reading and writing. I think Benji really doesn’t like it. He knows it is tougher having diabetes then dyslexia but at least I can read and write without problem. He doesn’t have to go to an LRC or special class or nothing but he does get an excuse to take a longer time on tests and essays. He also gets a grace day for his homework so if it is due and he didn’t understand the homework or couldn’t get it then he can do it the next day. I don’t get that special treatment.


“Let us start with getting our new math books. Everybody grab a pack of three books from the shelf. They contain one math journal, a homework book, and a math planner for all of your homework." I walk over there hoping for nothing to happen. I know it seems like what is going to happen in 30 seconds but even though it isn’t my time yet with diabetes you think everything is going to happen right when you think they are. I walk over there and grab onto a pack. I walk back towards my seat. I stop. I am being pulled backward by a force. I look around and one of the bully girls is tugging on the other end of the pack. “That’s my pack punk!” she yelled at me. She yanked it out of my hand and-----.

Chapter 3


“Huh? Where am I” I ask confused. I look up my vision fading from a blur to clear. I see Benji. I also see a woman about my moms age in a white dress and hat with a needle in her hand. “Lucky you woke up before an hour was up”, Benji said. “We were going to have to sock you in the stomach to get you up so we could give you the shot”. “What the heck happened and where am I!” I screamed. This was annoying. “Well Ruth Ross smacked you in the face with the pack of books and you fell backwards onto the desk hit your head and now you are in the nurses office.” “How long have I been out?” “45 minutes,” the nurse chimed in. “How long do I have to stay here before I can go to my next class?”I asked nervously. “You can be back in 10”, nurse said.
I wanted to beat the crap out of Ruth Ross. But no. She is probably ten times stronger than me. I had an idea.


“Benji did you find out the names of the other two girls?” I said quickly. “Yah, Mackenzie Laughlin and Danny Malone. But she is better friends with Mackenzie. They have been friends since 1st grade.” “How do you know all of this stuff?” I asked. “Tell 2 things about yourself in Math.”Benji replied. “She got suspended for three days.


Three days later after Ruth came back from her suspension.


“Today in Social Studies we will be dealing with the Ancient Sumerians. Please go grab your text books.” Please don’t happen again please don’t happen again. I am at my seat once again and I don’t think anything will happen again. I spoke to soo-.

“Again”, Benji said. “Again. She did it. This is a six day suspension and one more she is expelled.” “Why did she come here?” I asked. “Kicked out of her old school for beating up a kid named John Willburs. Well at least she isn’t following you.” He chuckled. “Shut up,” I said. “Do some research on John Willburs I have a weird feeling I know that name. I don’t like that feeling.”

“He has diabetes. The same condition as you. Hourly shots.” “THAT’S IT! The club!” “What are you talking about you must still be drowsy from the bump on your head let me get you some ice” Benji said. “No I am serious.” “Give me a break Oman you told me ‘bout everything you’ve ever been a part of.” “Not this Ben, this was extremely private I swore on my life never to tell a living sole I swore on the pledge of the CWDA. Shoot! I have said too much.” “What is the CWDA?”Benji yelled.

“Fine, I will write it down”. “The children with diabetes association? There is nothing wrong with that you could have told me”. “Well, John and I kind of got in a little disagreement back at the CWDA.” “What kind of disagreement?” “Well, he thought we should have a secretary since we were so busy but I thought it cost too much and we couldn’t throw around money like that.” “Wait, BUSY??? What was the CWDA’s purpose?”

“We posted videos anonymously on YouTube about how kids with diabetes can achieve great things. But I took it a little over the top when he stepped on Fluffers (that is my cat) so I maybe hacked into his video process and made his video say “I am diabetic and I hate everyone who is diabetic. Now I might just go commit suicide. So he got kicked out of the club. So when he found out I did it we got in a fist fight and we rolled down the stairs in Metro Pkwy Park. I broke my right leg, dislocated my shoulder and suffered from head trauma. They thought I wouldn’t live. They got lucky. But he died that day. We ended the club and it has been forgotten for 50 years now.”

“Wait a freaking second, your 10. Not 50. How is that possible. "We found an elixir that allows us to re spawn after death. I am really 326 years old.” “WHAT THE HECK?? YOU THOUGHT IT WASN’T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS YOUR SECRET.” “But wait! I swore on the CWDA pledge I couldn’t have told you I really wanted to though honest to god”. But he had already stomped away.



Chapter 4
“Stop picking at your food dear,” my mom said. She just doesn't understand. It is really hard to lose a friend over something that isn’t your fault. Especially when he is your only real friend. It just really sucks. Now I have nobody to go to. Why couldn't Benji realize that I couldn't tell him. That I would have if I could have. Why cant I just be left alone.

There he is again Benji walking to math.We used to walk together.Oh darn it i forgot that we are doing a big project on geometric shapes in math and we are partners.I don't know how we are going to get through this. It is going to be a nightmare.

"Okay kids, go sit next to your partner for Geo Pattern Project." I need to think of something quickly. I got it! "Mrs Vachinski its my time". "Very well Omarion you can go" she replied. I think Benji was happy about that one. The truth is it isnt my time I just cant work with Omarion. I decide to go to my locker. 26-38-4. Click. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I shriek. There is blood on the inside of my locker. Guess what the blood is on. A note. Guess what the note says. YOU HAVE LET THE SECRET OF THE CWDA IN TO THE PUBLIC YOU SHALL DROP OFF THE MONEYS WORTH OF THE SECRET AT HEAD BASE BY 5pm TONIGHT.

The moneys worth is 13,000 dollars. I do not have that money. Why did Benji make me spit it out. How did they know? Are people....stalking me????Did they here about how Ruth beat me up? I have to be more alert. Just wait a second if i was in the club again then they would let me off the hook.But there is no club anymore.So who is following me? Well there are way to many questions bugging my brain. I am going to re create the CWDA and pretend Benji is diabetic.

"But B-man can you please forgive me you see how harsh they are, 13,000 dollars. You know we could also find out the secret about John. We could get him back in the club" I pleaded. "What's in it for me" he said. "Well, I have a plan and you could be a really big part of it bro."

" Now please would you just spit it out." "I am telling you I swear I don't know where John is". "For god sakes your his mother lady you don't know where he is? That is very hard to believe". This is unbelievable. A lady doesn't have any clue to where her son is. "He left 3 months ago when I would not help him his bullying problem with a girl named Ruth." "Why didn't you just help him with his problem," I asked suspiciously. "Well, I was really popular when I was a kid at school. I was actually the bully. Now that I am an adult I realize that I shouldn't have done that. But he really did not want to hear it. He thought that it was so nasty I couldn't be his real mother", she said tearing up."What about your husband? Is he deceased, divorced, army, in jail."He was sent to jail for being drunk in public and in jail he killed a prison guard and was sentenced to execution".

"How did he grow up like that. Knowing his dad was a killer", I asked. "I never told him. I said his dad the supermarket and never came back. He decided he would go looking for his dad and ask him to help about his bullying problems". "Do you have any idea of where he went?" "Well he said he was going to check the supermarket he went to but I couldn't tell him where he went. He went to check every supermarket in the State. God knows where he is now." "Thank you I only need one more thing. His cell phone number".

"It says here that his cell phone has been out of order since last Tuesday. I think you know what this means." "If you say go to every supermarket in the state your out of your darn mind. This isn't supposed to be a Sherlock Holmes adventure we just need to find out who put the blood writing in your locker and then turn them in. Nothing more than that". "Fine, but it is going to take a lot of more sitting down then walking to supermarkets." "Thank gosh I'm really tired right now."

Chapter 5
"So you wanna see the footage from the ninth eh?" said Mr. Bludge the snarky principal said. "Yes Mr Bludge, we are doing an investigation," I said. "An investigation on what?" he sneered. "Well, its kind of personal sir.", I said. "Very well then. I will be right back with the security man." "He isn't in a good mood it seems like," Benji said. "Hello Omarion, Benji how can I help you?" "Brady?? Your the security guard? Doesn't the security guard have to be..you know an adult?" me and Benji asked. "It is extra curricular. Some kids help kindergarteners get to the bus stop, some kids are hall monitors I am a security guard and handle the footage. How can I help you?" "We need to see some footage from the ninth." "Okay, what time?" "Sometime between 8:20 and 11:00." "So can we have it on fast forward and if we see anything suspicious then we will stop it."
So far the tape is normal. Im positive it had to be done during that time because I put my stuff in my locker at 8:20 and didn't go back until I had to get my lunch. "There it is! Back up I see someone! Wait its a girl? Its RUTH?!?! How did she know about the CWDA? Oh my god. I think thats Jessica. Jessica was Ruth all along?"


"Who is Jessica?" Benji asked. "The girl we were going to hire to be the secretary. The girl that was what ended the CWDA. She is who me and John were fighting about. ''The money isn't the real reason I didn't want Jessica. She was secretly bullying me because of my diabetes. She said kids with diabetes aren't normal and they should go die in a hole. I tried to tell that to John but he said I was jealous because Jessica liked me better."



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"Jessica Montego, I cant believe it you are Ruth? What is wrong with you you sick torturing---" "How did you know it was me who was Jessica", she asked. "We saw the footage girl!" I said. "Why do you hate me so much, why are you bullying me because of my diabetes? Are you against people with diabetes? Were you bullied in the past or something?" "uwuwhhwuhwhu". "Are you seriously crying? I thought you were a tough girl. You sent me to the nurses office twice and got a suspension." "SHUT UP ALRIGHT". "I have been bullied since I was old enough to be bullied no one seems to like me."


"You don't seem to be bullied now," I said. "Thats because I am the bully now those little rats can die in hell for all I care. It is time for a taste of their own medicine." "Don't you care about feelings?" "Screw their feelings they did it to me, I do it to them." "But why are you being so mean don't you have a heart"? "No, just don't talk about it." "Okay but then why did you write that in his locker and how did you find out that he told me about it", asked Benji secretively. "Because I overheard you tell him and I wanted to freak you out. I just wanted you to feel how I felt it was horrible and you should feel the same way", yelled Ruth/Jessica. "BY the way", said Benji. "Is your name Jessica or Ruth".

"We'll its Jessica". "So who was bullying you your whole life that has sent you in the direction to vandalize kids lockers, scar them for life with your wrong doings. Who was bad enough to make you do that," I asked. I was really fed up now. "I dont know if I should tell you", said Jessica/Ruth.

"There is only one person on earth that I can really tell anything." "And who is that," I asked. "My twin sister Kristen Montego. She is the nicest person on earth and I can tell her anything. If you give her the password to access a nuclear bomb, she wont set it off or tell anybody. If you give her your wallet with 20 bucks in it and send her to a gas station to buy a pack of gum only, she will buy the gum and nothing else", said Jessica. "So you told Kristen about who bullied you?" Benji asked. "Yes, I tell her everything over Skype.", Jessica said. "Wait, why not in person?" I asked. "She lives in Italy."

Chapter 6

"How old is your sister?", I asked. "She is my age. 10. We are twins. She looks exactly like me. No different facial features. If we were standing next to each other with the same exact clothes on the only way you could tell who is who is if we spoke. Its like she is my clone. Kind of like I toke a picture of myself in Photo Booth. Thats her." "Why exactly does she live in Italy?" I asked, "Well she is a genius. Prodigy kid. She knows everything. My dad sent her to a boarding school when she was in kindergarten because when they did testing she new every number 1-100 to the 8th power by heart. She still is smarter then me. The boarding school is a school for gifted kids called Boozels Academy for The Gifted."

"Well do you think you could tell us?" asked Benji. "I guess so, the person is my dad. My dad beats me every time I come home. Its always a new reason. I get spanked I get hit I get abused its not funny. He threw a shard of glass at my face once." "What about your mom?" I asked. "Dead, died of cancer in 2007. Died 2 days before mothers day." "Maybe you should talk to your dad, sit down and ask him why he does this. This is serious." said Benji. "I will try", Jessica said.


Dad, why do you hurt me. I dont like it and I think you should stop", said Jessica. "This is not like you, you normally just sit there and wimper while I beat you," said her dad. "Well yes but I am a bully at my school and I do not want to be the kid nobody likes because I bully people. I think it is because my whole childhood I have been traumatized by you. This needs to stop. Next time you abuse me I am going to the police for child abuse." "I don't think you will need to from now on. Alright then. I guess we could learn to be better companions. So first of all tell me about yourself. I dont really know much about my own daughter. It so screwed up that for then ten whole years of being your father, I don't even know too much about you." "We can talk later daddy, I just need to thank someone really special."

"Thank you Omarion and Benji, your reunited me with my dad. And Omarion, kids with diabetes are just the same as kids without diabetes and should not be treated differently. I am so sorry I bullied you at school and in the CWDA. I also want you to meet someone special." "John!!! Is that you", I shrieked. "Yah, man how have you been?". "Do I have to tell you now there are so many questions buzzing around my brain." "Well ask me the most important one okay?" he said. "Well, did you ever find your dad at a supermarket?" I asked. "That junk, that was just to throw my mom off to where I was really going." "Where?". "To live with my dad, he moved to Rhode Island and I wanted to visit him, he only tipped me off about that." "Well, its great seeing you again dude." "You too." "Bye". And John walked off into the distance to visit his dad in Rhode Island."


THE END

About the Author
Cory Gluckman loves animals especially cats and kittens. He likes technology
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Social Action Story Revision 4

Social Action Story (Revision 4)


Social Action Fiction

Chapter 1

I am lost. I cannot understand why this is happening to me why not someone else. Nobody likes me except Benji. My parents aren’t even on my side.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed as I jumped off of a cliff. Not really. I was playing a video game where he had to jump off of a cliff and plummet into an ocean. The reason I was screaming was because I was taking my hourly shots. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Omarion Lens and I am 10 years old. When I was born I was born with diabetes. Ever since then I have had to take shots every hour. I hate it. They hurt like barney sitting on a nail. Everybody thinks shots hurt and then they realize they don’t. Well, since I have diabetes and take them regularly they really do hurt. I have a special condition so that even if I take one at 4:59 and 6:00 I could be hospitalized. I still have a lot of friends and am popular at school except I never told any of my friends that I have diabetes.

I just disappear every hour at school to go to the bathroom and take my shots. Only my teachers, family and one closest friend know that I do. His name is Benji and he doesn’t care that I have diabetes. He has a special condition where he cannot concentrate and when he does everything is a blur. He has dyslexia and he works by using a squeeze bag to hold up his energy. Nobody knows about his disorder either. It is really hard for me because everybody is badgering me to figure out where I go once an hour. Sometimes kids even follow me. But they fail as I am escorted by an assistant. Kids are losing interest in my disappearances but it always happens when a new kid comes they find a liking to finding out where I go and everybody remembers and goes “Oh yeah, I forgot about that”, and they start it all up again. Whenever a new teacher comes they get really annoyed that I keep leaving to “go to the bathroom”, and then I have to have the principal talk to the teacher. I would never ever be able to explain to someone my disorder. A chill just runs down my spine and I stutter.

I had to draw out a picture for Benji to be able to understand. Whenever my parents try and tell someone else my condition I give them the “not in a million years” look. Every day I come home and ask my mom and dad, “did you share my secret with anybody?” They know that I am serious and I am almost positive they have never ever lied to me about that. Whenever they do tell someone, they admit. Then the person who was told becomes one of my “you shall not tell” minions. I make them swear under oath that they will never tell anyone else. My parents don’t have to swear they wont. When I asked them not to tell anyone they said “I will try”.

Chapter 2
BRRINNGGGG! The school bell rings on a chilly fall morning. It is the first day of school. Just great, I thought. More kids are coming in to wonder why I leave. I sit down in my math class the first of the day. I notice there are 3 kids who I don’t recognize. My amazing luck. They can even start their own posi. I notice that none of them are boys they are all girls. They don’t look like girly girls like the rest of the girls at my school, they look like tough girls. Like tougher than tomboys. Maybe even bullies.

No, I don’t mean to be sexist but I have never seen a girl be a bully. I mean girls can be gossip bullies but these chicks look like bully bullies. I don’t know if I can handle this. I already have a tough enough life with Benji and my condition. I see he already noticed them too. He gave me the look from across the room. I gave it to him back.
It is the oh crud look, when your like about to go on a huge rollercoaster after drinking a slurpie or doing a book report in front of the class without ever having read the book. That is what I mean.

Dyslexia is not nearly as bad as diabetes. You can die from diabetes and have to have shots or a pump, dyslexia is where words fly off the page and you have trouble reading and writing. I think Benji really doesn’t like it. He knows it is tougher having diabetes then dyslexia but at least I can read and write without problem. He doesn’t have to go to an LRC or special class or nothing but he does get an excuse to take a longer time on tests and essays. He also gets a grace day for his homework so if it is due and he didn’t understand the homework or couldn’t get it then he can do it the next day. I don’t get that special treatment.


“Let us start with getting our new math books. Everybody grab a pack of three books from the shelf. They contain one math journal, a homework book, and a math planner for all of your homework." I walk over there hoping for nothing to happen. I know it seems like what is going to happen in 30 seconds but even though it isn’t my time yet with diabetes you think everything is going to happen right when you think they are. I walk over there and grab onto a pack. I walk back towards my seat. I stop. I am being pulled backward by a force. I look around and one of the bully girls is tugging on the other end of the pack. “That’s my pack punk!” she yelled at me. She yanked it out of my hand and-----.

Chapter 3


“Huh? Where am I” I ask confused. I look up my vision fading from a blur to clear. I see Benji. I also see a woman about my moms age in a white dress and hat with a needle in her hand. “Lucky you woke up before an hour was up”, Benji said. “We were going to have to sock you in the stomach to get you up so we could give you the shot”. “What the heck happened and where am I!” I screamed. This was annoying. “Well Ruth Ross smacked you in the face with the pack of books and you fell backwards onto the desk hit your head and now you are in the nurses office.” “How long have I been out?” “45 minutes,” the nurse chimed in. “How long do I have to stay here before I can go to my next class?”I asked nervously. “You can be back in 10”, nurse said.
I wanted to be the crap out of Ruth Ross. But no. She is probably ten times stronger than me. I had an idea.


“Benji did you find out the names of the other two girls?” I said quickly. “Yah, Mackenzie Laughlin and Danny Malone. But she is better friends with Mackenzie. They have been friends since 1st grade.” “How do you know all of this stuff?” I asked. “Tell 2 things about yourself in Math.”Benji replied. “She got suspended for three days.


Three days later after Ruth came back from her suspension.


“Today in Social Studies we will be dealing with the Ancient Sumerians. Please go grab your text books.” Please don’t happen again please don’t happen again. I am at my seat once again and I don’t think anything will happen again. I spoke to soo-.

“Again”, Benji said. “Again. She did it. This is a six day suspension and one more she is expelled.” “Why did she come here?” I asked. “Kicked out of her old school for beating up a kid named John Willburs. Well at least she isn’t following you.” He chuckled. “Shut up,” I said. “Do some research on John Willburs I have a weird feeling I know that name. I don’t like that feeling.”

“He has diabetes. The same condition as you. Hourly shots.” “THAT’S IT! The club!” “What are you talking about you must still be drowsy from the bump on your head let me get you some ice” Benji said. “No I am serious.” “Give me a break Oman you told me ‘bout everything you’ve ever been a part of.” “Not this Ben, this was extremely private I swore on my life never to tell a living sole I swore on the pledge of the CWDA. Shoot! I have said too much.” “What is the CWDA?”Benji yelled.

“Fine, I will write it down”. “The children with diabetes association? There is nothing wrong with that you could have told me”. “Well, John and I kind of got in a little disagreement back at the CWDA.” “What kind of disagreement?” “Well, he thought we should have a secretary since we were so busy but I thought it cost too much and we couldn’t throw around money like that.” “Wait, BUSY??? What was the CWDA’s purpose?”

“We posted videos anonymously on YouTube about how kids with diabetes can achieve great things. But I took it a little over the top when he stepped on Fluffers (that is my cat) so I maybe hacked into his video process and made his video say “I am diabetic and I hate everyone who is diabetic. Now I might just go commit suicide. So he got kicked out of the club. So when he found out I did it we got in a fist fight and we rolled down the stairs in Metro Pkwy Park. I broke my right leg, dislocated my shoulder and suffered from head trauma. They thought I wouldn’t live. They got lucky. But he died that day. We ended the club and it has been forgotten for 50 years now.”

“Wait a freaking second, your 10. Not 50. How is that possible. "We found an elixir that allows us to re spawn after death. I am really 326 years old.” “WHAT THE HECK?? YOU THOUGHT IT WASN’T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS YOUR SECRET.” “But wait! I swore on the CWDA pledge I couldn’t have told you I really wanted to though honest to god”. But he had already stomped away.



Chapter 4
“Stop picking at your food dear,” my mom said. She just doesnt understand. It is really hard to lose a friend over something that isn’t your fault. Especially when he is your only real friend. It just really sucks. Now I have nobody to go to. Why couldn't Benji realize that i couldn't tell him. That I would have if I could have. Why cant i just be left alone.

There he is again Benji walking to math.We used to walk together.Oh darn it i forgot that we are doing a big project on geometric shapes in math and we are partners.I dont know how we are going to get through this. It is going to be a nightmare.

"Okay kids, go sit next to your partner for Geo Pattern Project." I need to think of something quickly. I got it! "Mrs Vachinski its my time". "Very well Omarion you can go" she replied. I think Benji was happy about that one. The truth is it isnt my time I just cant work with Omarion. I decide to go to my locker. 26-38-4. Click. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I shriek. There is blood on the inside of my locker. Guess what the blood is on. A note. Guess what the note says. YOU HAVE LET THE SECRET OF THE CWDA IN TO THE PUBLIC YOU SHALL DROP OFF THE MONEYS WORTH OF THE SECRET AT HEAD BASE BY 5pm TONIGHT.

The moneys worth is 13,000 dollars. I do not have that money. Why did Benji make me spit it out. How did they know? Are people....stalking me????Did they here about how Ruth beat me up? I have to be more alert. Just wait a second if i was in the club again then they would let me off the hook.But there is no club anymore.So who is following me? Well there are way to many questions bugging my brain. I am going to re create the CWDA and pretend Benji is diabetic.

"But B man can you please forgive me you see how harsh they are, 13,000 dollars. You know we could also find out the secret about John. We could get him back in the club" I pleaded. "What's in it for me" he said. "Well, I have a plan and you could be a really big part of it bro."

" Now please would you just spit it out." "I am telling you I swear I don't know where John is". "For god sakes your his mother lady you dont know where he is? That is very hard to believe". This is unbelievable. A lady doesn't have any clue to where her son is. "He left 3 months ago when I would not help him his bullying problem with a girl named Ruth." "Why didn't you just help him with his problem," I asked suspiciously. "Well, I was really popular when I was a kid at school. I was actually the bully. Now that I am an adult I realize that I shouldn't have done that. But he really did not want to hear it. He thought that it was so nasty I couldn't be his real mother", she said tearing up."What about your husband? Is he deceased, divorced, army, in jail."He was sent to jail for being drunk in public and in jail he killed a prison guard and was sentenced to execution".

"How did he grow up like that. Knowing his dad was a killer", I asked. "I never told him. I said his dad the supermarket and never came back. He decided he would go looking for his dad and ask him to help about his bullying problems". "Do you have any idea of where he went?" "Well he said he was going to check the supermarket he went to but I couldn't tell him where he went. He went to check every supermarket in the State. God knows where he is now." "Thank you I only need one more thing. His cell phone number".

"It says here that his cell phone has been out of order since last Tuesday. I think you know what this means." "If you say go to every supermarket in the state your out of your darn mind. This isn't supposed to be a Sherlock Holmes adventure we just need to find out who put the blood writing in your locker and then turn them in. Nothing more than that". "Fine, but it is going to take a lot of more sitting down then walking to supermarkets." "Thank gosh I'm really tired right now."

Chapter 5
"So you wanna see the footage from the ninth eh?" said Mr. Bludge the snarky principal said. "Yes Mr Bludge, we are doing an investigation," I said. "An investigation on what?" he sneered. "Well, its kind of personal sir.", I said. "Very well then. I will be right back with the security man." "He isn't in a good mood it seems like," Benji said. "Hello Omarion, Benji how can I help you?" "Brady?? Your the security guard? Doesn't the security guard have to be..you know an adult?" me and Benji asked. "It is extra curricular. Some kids help kindergarteners get to the bus stop, some kids are hall monitors I am a security guard and handle the footage. How can I help you?" "We need to see some footage from the ninth." "Okay, what time?" "Sometime between 8:20 and 11:00." "So can we have it on fast forward and if we see anything suspicious then we will stop it."
So far the tape is normal. Im positive it had to be done during that time because I put my stuff in my locker at 8:20 and didn't go back until I had to get my lunch. "There it is! Back up I see someone! Wait its a girl? Its RUTH?!?! How did she know about the CWDA? Oh my god. I think thats Jessica. Jessica was Ruth all along?"


"Who is Jessica?" Benji asked. "The girl we were going to hire to be the secretary. The girl that was what ended the CWDA. She is who me and John were fighting about. ''The money isn't the real reason I didn't want Jessica. She was secretly bullying me because of my diabetes. She said kids with diabetes aren't normal and they should go die in a hole. I tried to tell that to John but he said I was jealous because Jessica liked me better."



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"Jessica Montego, I cant believe it you are Ruth? What is wrong with you you sick torturing---" "How did you know it was me who was Jessica", she asked. "We saw the footage girl!" I said. "Why do you hate me so much, why are you bullying me because of my diabetes? Are you against people with diabetes? Were you bullied in the past or something?" "uwuwhhwuhwhu". "Are you seriously crying? I thought you were a tough girl. You sent me to the nurses office twice and got a suspension." "SHUT UP ALRIGHT". "I have been bullied since I was old enough to be bullied no one seems to like me."


"You don't seem to be bullied now," I said. "Thats because I am the bully now those little rats can die in hell for all I care. It is time for a taste of their own medicine." "Don't you care about feelings?" "Screw their feelings they did it to me, I do it to them." "But why are you being so mean don't you have a heart"? "No, just don't talk aboutit." "Okay but then why did you write that in his locker and how did you find out that he told me about it", asked Benji secretively. "Because I overheard you tell him and I wanted to freak you out. I just wanted you to feel how I felt it was horrible and you should feel the same way", yelled Ruth/Jessica. "BY the way", said Benji. "Is your name Jessica or Ruth".

"We'll its Jessica". "So who was bullying you your whole life that has sent you in the direction to vandalize kids lockers, scar them for life with your wrong doings. Who was bad enough to make you do that," I asked. I was really fed up now. "I dont know if I should tell you", said Jessica/Ruth.

"There is only one person on earth that I can really tell anything." "And who is that," I asked. "My twin sister Kristen Montego. She is the nicest person on earth and I can tell her anything. If you give her the password to access a nuclear bomb, she wont set it off or tell anybody. If you give her your wallet with 20 bucks in it and send her to a gas station to buy a pack of gum only, she will buy the gum and nothing else", said Jessica. "So you told Kristen about who bullied you?" Benji asked. "Yes, I tell her everything over Skype.", Jessica said. "Wait, why not in person?" I asked. "She lives in Italy."

Chapter 6

"How old is your sister?", I asked. "She is my age. 10. We are twins. She looks exactly like me. No different facial features. If we were standing next to each other with the same exact clothes on the only way you could tell who is who is if we spoke. Its like she is my clone. Kind of like I toke a picture of myself in Photo Booth. Thats her." "Why exactly does she live in Italy?" I asked, "Well she is a genius. Prodigy kid. She knows everything. My dad sent her to a boarding school when she was in kindergarten because when they did testing she new every number 1-100 to the 8th power by heart. She still is smarter then me. The boarding school is a school for gifted kids called Boozels Academy for The Gifted."

"Well do you think you could tell us?" asked Benji. "I guess so, the person is my dad. My dad beats me every time I come home. Its always a new reason. I get spanked I get hit I get abused its not funny. He threw a shard of glass at my face once." "What about your mom?" I asked. "Dead, died of cancer in 2007. Died 2 days before mothers day." "Maybe you should talk to your dad, sit down and ask him why he does this. This is serious." said Benji. "I will try", Jessica said.


Dad, why do you hurt me. I dont like it and I think you should stop", said Jessica. "This is not like you, you normally just sit there and wimper while I beat you," said her dad. "Well yes but I am a bully at my school and I do not want to be the kid nobody likes because I bully people. I think it is because my whole childhood I have been traumatized by you. This needs to stop. Next time you abuse me I am going to the police for child abuse." "I dont think you will need to from now on. Alright then. I guess we could learn to be better companians. So first of all tell me about yourself. I dont really know much about my own daughter. It so screwed up that for then ten whole years of being your father, I dont even know too much about you." "We can talk later daddy, I just need to thank someone really special."

"Thank you Omarion and Benji, your reunited me with my dad. And Omarion, kids with diabetes are just the same as kids without diabetes and should not be treated differently. I am so sorry I bullied you at school and in the CWDA. I also want you to meet someone special." "John!!! Is that you", I shreiked. "Yah, man how have you been?". "Do I have to tell you now there are so many questions buzzing around my brain." "Well ask me the most important one okay?" he said. "Well, did you ever find your dad at a supermarket?" I asked. "That junk, that was just to throw my mom off to where I was really going." "Where?". "To live with my dad, he moved to Rhode Island and I wanted to visit him, he only tipped me off about that." "Well, its great seeing you again dude." "You too." "Bye". And John walked off into the distance to visit his dad in Rhode Island."


THE END

Social Action Story (Revision 3)

Social Action Fiction

Chapter 1

I am lost. I cannot understand why this is happening to me why not someone else. Nobody likes me except Benji. My parents aren’t even on my side.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed as I jumped off of a cliff. Not really. I was playing a video game where he had to jump off of a cliff and plummet into an ocean. The reason I was screaming was because I was taking my hourly shots. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Omarion Lens and I am 10 years old. When I was born I was born with diabetes. Ever since then I have had to take shots every hour. I hate it. They hurt like barney sitting on a nail. Everybody thinks shots hurt and then they realize they don’t. Well, since I have diabetes and take them regularly they really do hurt. I have a special condition so that even if I take one at 4:59 and 6:00 I could be hospitalized. I still have a lot of friends and am popular at school except I never told any of my friends that I have diabetes.

I just disappear every hour at school to go to the bathroom and take my shots. Only my teachers, family and one closest friend know that I do. His name is Benji and he doesn’t care that I have diabetes. He has a special condition where he cannot concentrate and when he does everything is a blur. He has dyslexia and he works by using a squeeze bag to hold up his energy. Nobody knows about his disorder either. It is really hard for me because everybody is badgering me to figure out where I go once an hour. Sometimes kids even follow me. But they fail as I am escorted by an assistant. Kids are losing interest in my disappearances but it always happens when a new kid comes they find a liking to finding out where I go and everybody remembers and goes “Oh yeah, I forgot about that”, and they start it all up again. Whenever a new teacher comes they get really annoyed that I keep leaving to “go to the bathroom”, and then I have to have the principal talk to the teacher. I would never ever be able to explain to someone my disorder. A chill just runs down my spine and I stutter.

I had to draw out a picture for Benji to be able to understand. Whenever my parents try and tell someone else my condition I give them the “not in a million years” look. Every day I come home and ask my mom and dad, “did you share my secret with anybody?” They know that I am serious and I am almost positive they have never ever lied to me about that. Whenever they do tell someone, they admit. Then the person who was told becomes one of my “you shall not tell” minions. I make them swear under oath that they will never tell anyone else. My parents don’t have to swear they wont. When I asked them not to tell anyone they said “I will try”.

Chapter 2
BRRINNGGGG! The school bell rings on a chilly fall morning. It is the first day of school. Just great, I thought. More kids are coming in to wonder why I leave. I sit down in my math class the first of the day. I notice there are 3 kids who I don’t recognize. My amazing luck. They can even start their own posi. I notice that none of them are boys they are all girls. They don’t look like girly girls like the rest of the girls at my school, they look like tough girls. Like tougher than tomboys. Maybe even bullies.

No, I don’t mean to be sexist but I have never seen a girl be a bully. I mean girls can be gossip bullies but these chicks look like bully bullies. I don’t know if I can handle this. I already have a tough enough life with Benji and my condition. I see he already noticed them too. He gave me the look from across the room. I gave it to him back.
It is the oh crud look, when your like about to go on a huge rollercoaster after drinking a slurpie or doing a book report in front of the class without ever having read the book. That is what I mean.

Dyslexia is not nearly as bad as diabetes. You can die from diabetes and have to have shots or a pump, dyslexia is where words fly off the page and you have trouble reading and writing. I think Benji really doesn’t like it. He knows it is tougher having diabetes then dyslexia but at least I can read and write without problem. He doesn’t have to go to an LRC or special class or nothing but he does get an excuse to take a longer time on tests and essays. He also gets a grace day for his homework so if it is due and he didn’t understand the homework or couldn’t get it then he can do it the next day. I don’t get that special treatment.


“Let us start with getting our new math books. Everybody grab a pack of three books from the shelf. They contain one math journal, a homework book, and a math planner for all of your homework." I walk over there hoping for nothing to happen. I know it seems like what is going to happen in 30 seconds but even though it isn’t my time yet with diabetes you think everything is going to happen right when you think they are. I walk over there and grab onto a pack. I walk back towards my seat. I stop. I am being pulled backward by a force. I look around and one of the bully girls is tugging on the other end of the pack. “That’s my pack punk!” she yelled at me. She yanked it out of my hand and-----.

Chapter 3


“Huh? Where am I” I ask confused. I look up my vision fading from a blur to clear. I see Benji. I also see a woman about my moms age in a white dress and hat with a needle in her hand. “Lucky you woke up before an hour was up”, Benji said. “We were going to have to sock you in the stomach to get you up so we could give you the shot”. “What the heck happened and where am I!” I screamed. This was annoying. “Well Ruth Ross smacked you in the face with the pack of books and you fell backwards onto the desk hit your head and now you are in the nurses office.” “How long have I been out?” “45 minutes,” the nurse chimed in. “How long do I have to stay here before I can go to my next class?”I asked nervously. “You can be back in 10”, nurse said.
I wanted to be the crap out of Ruth Ross. But no. She is probably ten times stronger than me. I had an idea.


“Benji did you find out the names of the other two girls?” I said quickly. “Yah, Mackenzie Laughlin and Danny Malone. But she is better friends with Mackenzie. They have been friends since 1st grade.” “How do you know all of this stuff?” I asked. “Tell 2 things about yourself in Math.”Benji replied. “She got suspended for three days.


Three days later after Ruth came back from her suspension.


“Today in Social Studies we will be dealing with the Ancient Sumerians. Please go grab your text books.” Please don’t happen again please don’t happen again. I am at my seat once again and I don’t think anything will happen again. I spoke to soo-.

“Again”, Benji said. “Again. She did it. This is a six day suspension and one more she is expelled.” “Why did she come here?” I asked. “Kicked out of her old school for beating up a kid named John Willburs. Well at least she isn’t following you.” He chuckled. “Shut up,” I said. “Do some research on John Willburs I have a weird feeling I know that name. I don’t like that feeling.”

“He has diabetes. The same condition as you. Hourly shots.” “THAT’S IT! The club!” “What are you talking about you must still be drowsy from the bump on your head let me get you some ice” Benji said. “No I am serious.” “Give me a break Oman you told me ‘bout everything you’ve ever been a part of.” “Not this Ben, this was extremely private I swore on my life never to tell a living sole I swore on the pledge of the CWDA. Shoot! I have said too much.” “What is the CWDA?”Benji yelled.

“Fine, I will write it down”. “The children with diabetes association? There is nothing wrong with that you could have told me”. “Well, John and I kind of got in a little disagreement back at the CWDA.” “What kind of disagreement?” “Well, he thought we should have a secretary since we were so busy but I thought it cost too much and we couldn’t throw around money like that.” “Wait, BUSY??? What was the CWDA’s purpose?”

“We posted videos anonymously on YouTube about how kids with diabetes can achieve great things. But I took it a little over the top when he stepped on Fluffers (that is my cat) so I maybe hacked into his video process and made his video say “I am diabetic and I hate everyone who is diabetic. Now I might just go commit suicide. So he got kicked out of the club. So when he found out I did it we got in a fist fight and we rolled down the stairs in Metro Pkwy Park. I broke my right leg, dislocated my shoulder and suffered from head trauma. They thought I wouldn’t live. They got lucky. But he died that day. We ended the club and it has been forgotten for 50 years now.”

“Wait a freaking second, your 10. Not 50. How is that possible. "We found an elixir that allows us to re spawn after death. I am really 326 years old.” “WHAT THE HECK?? YOU THOUGHT IT WASN’T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS YOUR SECRET.” “But wait! I swore on the CWDA pledge I couldn’t have told you I really wanted to though honest to god”. But he had already stomped away.



Chapter 4
“Stop picking at your food dear,” my mom said. She just doesnt understand. It is really hard to lose a friend over something that isn’t your fault. Especially when he is your only real friend. It just really sucks. Now I have nobody to go to. Why couldn't Benji realize that i couldn't tell him. That I would have if I could have. Why cant i just be left alone.

There he is again Benji walking to math.We used to walk together.Oh darn it i forgot that we are doing a big project on geometric shapes in math and we are partners.I dont know how we are going to get through this. It is going to be a nightmare.

"Okay kids, go sit next to your partner for Geo Pattern Project." I need to think of something quickly. I got it! "Mrs Vachinski its my time". "Very well Omarion you can go" she replied. I think Benji was happy about that one. The truth is it isnt my time I just cant work with Omarion. I decide to go to my locker. 26-38-4. Click. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I shriek. There is blood on the inside of my locker. Guess what the blood is on. A note. Guess what the note says. YOU HAVE LET THE SECRET OF THE CWDA IN TO THE PUBLIC YOU SHALL DROP OFF THE MONEYS WORTH OF THE SECRET AT HEAD BASE BY 5pm TONIGHT.

The moneys worth is 13,000 dollars. I do not have that money. Why did Benji make me spit it out. How did they know? Are people....stalking me????Did they here about how Ruth beat me up? I have to be more alert. Just wait a second if i was in the club again then they would let me off the hook.But there is no club anymore.So who is following me? Well there are way to many questions bugging my brain. I am going to re create the CWDA and pretend Benji is diabetic.

"But B man can you please forgive me you see how harsh they are, 13,000 dollars. You know we could also find out the secret about John. We could get him back in the club" I pleaded. "What's in it for me" he said. "Well, I have a plan and you could be a really big part of it bro."

" Now please would you just spit it out." "I am telling you I swear I don't know where John is". "For god sakes your his mother lady you dont know where he is? That is very hard to believe". This is unbelievable. A lady doesn't have any clue to where her son is. "He left 3 months ago when I would not help him his bullying problem with a girl named Ruth." "Why didn't you just help him with his problem," I asked suspiciously. "Well, I was really popular when I was a kid at school. I was actually the bully. Now that I am an adult I realize that I shouldn't have done that. But he really did not want to hear it. He thought that it was so nasty I couldn't be his real mother", she said tearing up."What about your husband? Is he deceased, divorced, army, in jail."He was sent to jail for being drunk in public and in jail he killed a prison guard and was sentenced to execution".

"How did he grow up like that. Knowing his dad was a killer", I asked. "I never told him. I said his dad the supermarket and never came back. He decided he would go looking for his dad and ask him to help about his bullying problems". "Do you have any idea of where he went?" "Well he said he was going to check the supermarket he went to but I couldn't tell him where he went. He went to check every supermarket in the State. God knows where he is now." "Thank you I only need one more thing. His cell phone number".

"It says here that his cell phone has been out of order since last Tuesday. I think you know what this means." "If you say go to every supermarket in the state your out of your darn mind. This isn't supposed to be a Sherlock Holmes adventure we just need to find out who put the blood writing in your locker and then turn them in. Nothing more than that". "Fine, but it is going to take a lot of more sitting down then walking to supermarkets." "Thank gosh I'm really tired right now."

Chapter 5
"So you wanna see the footage from the ninth eh?" said Mr. Bludge the snarky principal said. "Yes Mr Bludge, we are doing an investigation," I said. "An investigation on what?" he sneered. "Well, its kind of personal sir.", I said. "Very well then. I will be right back with the security man." "He isn't in a good mood it seems like," Benji said. "Hello Omarion, Benji how can I help you?" "Brady?? Your the security guard? Doesn't the security guard have to be..you know an adult?" me and Benji asked. "It is extra curricular. Some kids help kindergarteners get to the bus stop, some kids are hall monitors I am a security guard and handle the footage. How can I help you?" "We need to see some footage from the ninth." "Okay, what time?" "Sometime between 8:20 and 11:00." "So can we have it on fast forward and if we see anything suspicious then we will stop it."
So far the tape is normal. Im positive it had to be done during that time because I put my stuff in my locker at 8:20 and didn't go back until I had to get my lunch. "There it is! Back up I see someone! Wait its a girl? Its RUTH?!?! How did she know about the CWDA? Oh my god. I think thats Jessica. Jessica was Ruth all along?"


"Who is Jessica?" Benji asked. "The girl we were going to hire to be the secretary. The girl that was what ended the CWDA. She is who me and John were fighting about. ''The money isn't the real reason I didn't want Jessica. She was secretly bullying me because of my diabetes. She said kids with diabetes aren't normal and they should go die in a hole. I tried to tell that to John but he said I was jealous because Jessica liked me better."



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"Jessica Montego, I cant believe it you are Ruth? What is wrong with you you sick torturing---" "How did you know it was me who was Jessica", she asked. "We saw the footage girl!" I said. "Why do you hate me so much, why are you bullying me because of my diabetes? Are you against people with diabetes? Were you bullied in the past or something?" "uwuwhhwuhwhu". "Are you seriously crying? I thought you were a tough girl. You sent me to the nurses office twice and got a suspension." "SHUT UP ALRIGHT". "I have been bullied since I was old enough to be bullied no one seems to like me."


"You don't seem to be bullied now," I said. "Thats because I am the bully now those little rats can die in hell for all I care. It is time for a taste of their own medicine." "Don't you care about feelings?" "Screw their feelings they did it to me, I do it to them." "But why are you being so mean don't you have a heart"? "No, just don't talk aboutit." "Okay but then why did you write that in his locker and how did you find out that he told me about it", asked Benji secretively. "Because I overheard you tell him and I wanted to freak you out. I just wanted you to feel how I felt it was horrible and you should feel the same way", yelled Ruth/Jessica. "BY the way", said Benji. "Is your name Jessica or Ruth".

"We'll its Jessica". "So who was bullying you your whole life that has sent you in the direction to vandalize kids lockers, scar them for life with your wrong doings. Who was bad enough to make you do that," I asked. I was really fed up now. "I dont know if I should tell you", said Jessica/Ruth.

"There is only one person on earth that I can really tell anything." "And who is that," I asked. "My twin sister Kristen Montego. She is the nicest person on earth and I can tell her anything. If you give her the password to access a nuclear bomb, she wont set it off or tell anybody. If you give her your wallet with 20 bucks in it and send her to a gas station to buy a pack of gum only, she will buy the gum and nothing else", said Jessica. "So you told Kristen about who bullied you?" Benji asked. "Yes, I tell her everything over Skype.", Jessica said. "Wait, why not in person?" I asked. "She lives in Italy."

Chapter 6

"How old is your sister?", I asked. "She is my age. 10. We are twins. She looks exactly like me. No different facial features. If we were standing next to each other with the same exact clothes on the only way you could tell who is who is if we spoke. Its like she is my clone. Kind of like I toke a picture of myself in Photo Booth. Thats her." "Why exactly does she live in Italy?" I asked, "Well she is a genius. Prodigy kid. She knows everything. My dad sent her to a boarding school when she was in kindergarten because when they did testing she new every number 1-100 to the 8th power by heart. She still is smarter then me. The boarding school is a school for gifted kids called Boozels Academy for The Gifted."

"Well do you think you could tell us?" asked Benji. "I guess so, the person is my dad. My dad beats me every time I come home. Its always a new reason. I get spanked I get hit I get abused its not funny. He threw a shard of glass at my face once." "What about your mom?" I asked. "Dead, died of cancer in 2007. Died 2 days before mothers day." "Maybe you should talk to your dad, sit down and ask him why he does this. This is serious." said Benji. "I will try", Jessica said.


Dad, why do you hurt me. I dont like it and I think you should stop", said Jessica. "This is not like you, you normally just sit there and wimper while I beat you," said her dad. "Well yes but I am a bully at my school and I do not want to be the kid nobody likes because I bully people. I think it is because my whole childhood I have been traumatized by you. This needs to stop. Next time you abuse me I am going to the police for child abuse." "I dont think you will need to from now on. Alright then. I guess we could learn to be better companians. So first of all tell me about yourself. I dont really know much about my own daughter. It so screwed up that for then ten whole years of being your father, I dont even know too much about you." "We can talk later daddy, I just need to thank someone really special."

"Thank you Omarion and Benji, your reunited me with my dad. And Omarion, kids with diabetes are just the same as kids without diabetes and should not be treated differently. I am so sorry I bullied you at school and in the CWDA. I also want you to meet someone special." "John!!! Is that you", I shreiked. "Yah, man how have you been?". "Do I have to tell you now there are so many questions buzzing around my brain." "Well ask me the most important one okay?" he said. "Well, did you ever find your dad at a supermarket?" I asked. "That junk, that was just to throw my mom off to where I was really going." "Where?". "To live with my dad, he moved to Rhode Island and I wanted to visit him, he only tipped me off about that." "Well, its great seeing you again dude." "You too." "Bye". And John walked off into the distance to visit his dad in Rhode Island."


THE END