My Bullying Story.

Part 2; Chapter 5.

Hey guys! Im incredibly sorry I haven't been active for two whole years, and I hope you all haven't forgotten about me! But this is part 2 of "My Bullying Story." Enjoy!

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     I had that same thought for a while, and I decided I wasn't going to do it. I decided I was gonna stand up for myself and stop letting people get the best of me.

  9th grade comes along, and I've gotten better. Marina is still her same old self, but that doesn't bother me anymore, because I know what to do.

I'm walking down the hall towards my locker, when all of a sudden I get a text that says, "Come to the bathroom, slob! I'm gonna teach you how to be better." Woah, that freaked me out. I'm sure its that bitch,  Marina.

So, I head to the bathroom. As I step in, Marina and a group of girls are standing at the mirrors. "Oh, it looks like your ugly ass showed up after all," Said Marina. I wasn't going to put up with it anymore.

"Okay, Marina. You wanna know what I think about you? You're a stuck up, butthurt bitch. And you know what? I'm sick and tired of you picking on me. It's been going on for 4 or more years, Marina. How would you feel if you went home crying everyday because of how badly people, or one particular person treated you? If you walked in my shoes for a day you'd know what wrong you've done to me. But guess what? I don't want you to walk in NY shoes. Because they're MINE, and you've already taken away my pride and dignity, and I don't want you to take my shoes EITHER!" And I slapped her as hard as I could in the face. She ran out of the bathroom crying, but boy did I feel great about it. Now she knew how I felt every single damn second of every damn day. Maybe now she knew what she'd done to me. Maybe now she knew what she'd caused.