Yesterday morning as my kiddo and I were walking to his school bus stop, his cell phone chimed. It was a text from one of his former classmates at his former school. Last month, he moved from a private school to a public school due to ongoing harassment, among some other issues. He really loves his new school and is making a lot of new friends.
But yesterday morning, when he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it, his brow furrowed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It says, 'You're dead.'"
We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, absorbing this.
I asked who it was from, and it was from a boy who had made up a lie about my child last spring and had been circulating it around the private school. This lie led to the harassment he experienced in September and October.
He looked at me and said, "I don't know what to say to that."
Then he smiled and started typing into his phone.
"What are you writing back to him?"
He said, "I wrote, 'I may be dead, but at least I'm not sitting in history class like you are this morning. And I'm surrounded by cute girls.'"
We walked the rest of the way to the school bus with big smiles on our faces.