Bullying

This morning started off pretty much like any other only after slipping into my 13 year old son’s bedroom to put his washing away I find a note on his bed describing the things that happen at school and how he intends to drink bleach if the bullying doesn’t stop.

The letter wasn’t hidden or trashed in the bin but laying open for me to pick up and read, on his bed.
I just wanted to rush up to school and bring him home, but I knew it had to be stopped and soon, I just got back from seeing a member of staff with a firm promise of having the situation looked into and dealt with affectively, but I cant help feeling it isn’t enough.