Please Stop Laughing at Me
By Jodee Blanco
100 Word Summary
The book Please Stop Laughing at Me is about Jodee Blanco. All she wanted to do was fit in with everybody and have friends, but her decisions to help kids with problems makes her get bullied. She started to get made fun of and abused a lot. So her parents made her switch schools multiple times. Later in high school Jodee meets a girl named Annie who used to get bullied too. Jodee was desperate for friends, but at the end of the book she wasn't getting bullied as much anymore. Then on the last day of school, that was her last high school memory.
"What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my "friends" had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain."
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Character Analysis
"You're a liar and stuck up, why don't you go to a different school? Nobody here likes you."
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Conflict/Resolution
The type of conflict Jodee has encountered is Character Vs Society because its just Jodee vs the people bullying her, and the people who don't want to be friends with her. People would act like they were Jodees friend but they really weren't. They would bully her by saying rude words and abuse her. Jodee would get bullied almost everyday at school and she didn't have any real friends. Jodee made friends by hanging talking kids who would get bullied and get to know them. The bullying went on but very little after she had some friends.
“As they approached me, Reese dug his hands into his pocket and extracted what looked like a small chunk of cement. He held it up for me to see, then pulled back his arm as if he were pitching a baseball and whipped it at me. I sprang to my right to avoid being hit, but I wasn’t fast enough. I winced as it smashed into my shoulder. How could Reese do that to me? I had helped him feel included in our crowd by finding sugar-free candy for him. Hot tears stung my cheeks. Suddenly, tiny jagged chunks of mortar were being hurled at me from all sides. My hands over my face, I tried to run home, but the assault was too relentless. ‘Please stop, you guys’, I pleaded. My knuckles and wrists were swollen and bloody. Red welts covered my skin. I didn’t know which was worse, the physical or the emotional agony”
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