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When I was younger, I used to get bullied
a lot. I still don't know why it happened to me;
I was a quiet kid who kept to herself. I wouldn't even talk
to people other than my family and friends unless they said
something to me first.
I remember hating to go to school because
I always got bullied. I woried about it so much, the stress
made me sick. In fact, when I was in fourth grade, the fear
of being bullied again made me sick enough to miss 14 days
of school.
Usually it was just one girl who decided
she hated me and was going to do everything in her power to
make my life miserable from the moment she first saw me, before
any words exchanged. She tormented me by herself, but when
was with her group of friends, it was the worst. Most of them
just stood there watching, but a few of them would come in
after something the biggest bully said and say something rude,
and the whole group would start laughing.
I can't even remember how many times I came
home from school in tears. I tried to hide it from my mom
for a few months, by saying I fell down on the way home or
something like that. After a while, she caught on that something
was happening at school and made me tell her what it was.
She called the school principal, and the
next day there I sat next to the bully telling my side of
the story to the principal. I was so nervous sitting next
her and afraid that she was going to lie and say I did something
cruel to her, I couldn't help but cry. I'm amazed the principal
could even understand me, I was crying so hard.
The bully didn't lie or try to twist the
story, and she admitted that she was going out of her way
to make my life a living nightmare. The principal called her
parents and sent me out to recess.
I was so relieved to finally be rid of the
constant teasing, I skipped all the way home from school that
afternoon. When my mom asked me how things went at school
that day, I replied "Great! That girl is finally going
to get off of my back!" I slept easy that night for the
first time since that school year began.
But I was wrong. After a couple of weeks,
the bully seemed to forget all about the principal's little
chat with her parents, and the bullying got worse. Now not
only did she tease me unmercilessly, but every time she passed
my desk she knocked something off of it. Within a few days,
she began to spread rumors about me; all of which were completely
untrue.
After telling to stop repeatedly, I told my mom the bullying
had not ceased, but instead had escalated. My mom called the
principal again, there the bully and I both sat next to each
other in the principal's office the next day. This time the
principal was really hard on her, saying that if she didn't
stop she would get suspended. Her parents must have punished
her as well, because finally the bullying stopped.
I was ecstatic! As the weeks turned into
months, she left me alone. That is, until one day.
On this particular day, though, she didn't
approach me in a threatening manner. In fact, she handed me
an apology card and begged my forgivness. She said she thought
about what she put me through, and realized it was not a cool
thing to do. She even wanted to become my friend, and I accepted
on a trial basis.
She kept being nice to me, and so
did other friends. Eventually we became the best of friends,
having sleep overs every weekend.
It just goes to show that everyone has a lot more fun when
nobody is bullied and everyone just accepts everyone as they
are. It is our uniqueness, after all, that makes life truely
interesting.
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