Com Studies Reflection.docx

Kahalia Dixon 12B January 11, 2019 Reflection Broken ‘Ping ping!’ the notification on my phone came in. I quickly read the new tweets that Anna Jones posted. Anna Jones was the popular girl at my school. She was very well-rounded and the person everyone wanted to be. I quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen. “Good morning.”My mother greeted me. “Good morning mommy.” I responded as I checked my feed while taking a bite of my sandwich. After being solely focused on my feed, my mom exclaimed “Mary get off the phone this instance and eat!” “I am just checking my twitter feed before my wifi disconnects mommy.” I reassured her. I finally put my phone away and made my way to school. When I reached school, I spotted my friends Carol and Kerry. “Wah gwaan guys” I greeted “Noting enuh” Carol responded. “A weh yuh a look pon?” I asked Kerry. “Anna juss post a new pictcha.” Kerry informed me, taking out my phone to like it as well. Shortly after the bell rang, teachers began to teach their lessons. While staring at the teacher’s mouth as she explained a problem, all I thought about was Anna’s picture and how she influenced me to post one. I sneakily took out my phone and uploaded a picture. “Miss Depper report to the principal’s office immediately!” my teacher exclaimed. I got up with worry expressed all over my face. Once I approached the office, the principal signalled for me to enter. “Miss Depper you were on your phone during school hours. Therefore, I will have to confiscate your phone for a week and inform your mother about this” the principal said. “I truly am sorry for my behaviour Ms.” I apologized. It was time for lunch, I sat with my friends and explained the whole situation. After that, we decided to have a sleepover to calm my mind. In the evening when my friends arrived, we went to my room and went on our devices. “ Yuh did see dis comment unda yuh pictcha Mary?” Kerry asked. “ No, mek mi see it” I responded. “You look fat and horrible, you should just delete your life and save us from this monstrosity” I read. After reading it, I never knew what to think, after all my respect for Anna I never thought she would do this. I felt like crawling under a rock, never wanting to come out again, feeling humiliated. “Mi a go mi bed now” I said trying my best not to burst out into tears as it replayed over and over in my head. Couple weeks later, the comments got worse. I began to lose weight since eating would only make me fatter. My mother tried to get me to stop but I still looked everyday to see what other horrible things they were saying about me. It got to the point where I began to get threats and rumours spreading throughout the entire school. I was distraught, distressed, empty, broken.

My mother and friends tried everything to make me feel better, but nothing would change the fact that the rest of the world viewed me as a monster. I entered the school gates on a bright Monday morning looking unappealing to the eyes, wearing nothing but black. As I walked through the halls I could hear the whispers that only added to the emptiness inside. I went the whole day not uttering a word to anyone, being too ashamed to talk. I later received a message from my mother reminding me of my counselling session. In the afternoon I took a bus to the counsellor’s office where my mother met me. “Good afternoon Ms Depper” the counsellor greeted. “Good afternoon Mrs Rope” I answered warily. I explained the situation and how I felt about everything. My mother provided support by embracing me while I spoke. The comments never stopped. It got to the point where they would make fun of me in class, editing me into terrible pictures and posting it all over social media. I began to see myself fall into the pit of hopelessness. Not even Mrs Rope could save me now, every minute all I could think about was the burden I placed on everyone’s lives. It wasn’t fair for me to cause all this pain and Anna made it clear that everyone’s lives would be better if I was removed from it. When I got home I found a rope in the garage and wrote a letter to my mother explaining my drastic decision. I couldn’t think straight, all I knew was that it was time to end it all. The last thing I remembered was my mother shouting my name before everything fell into place, before everything went black. Word Count: 791