About Me

Chapter 3: The start of my bullying.

It started in first class (groep 3). There was a girl Jaylin. She had stayed put. So she did first class again. She was spoiled because her parents were divorced. She really was a bitch. She was very popular among the class, but i didn't like her and her "followers" at all, so I did go my own way. But that was pretty hard during the breaks, because I didn't like to be alone. So I joined the guys. We did some game called Virus tag. there was one ticker and as soon as the ticker had ticked someone else they were ticker together, until everyone got ticked. I liked that game, but not the fight about who had to be the ticker, so I raised my hand always. I was a little chubby, but I was really fast. It was always really fun and guys are way much easier to deal with. Until other girls started to join in and it got really bad. Everyone stopped with the game, and now I was alone again. The girls started to play a game called BOOMBA! It was with a football. And we had made a appointment about it. The one who takes the ball out of class will bring it back to class. It was logical. But one break the bell sounded and they threw the ball in the sky to run to the line. I looked around and no one had took the ball so I picked it up to be nice. And when I turned around I saw Lola, I used to be best friends with her and a girl called Wandy, but Lola and Wandy let me out, so I didn't go play with them anymore. Lola scolded me and pushed me. I got angry, I was just being nice, so I pushed back. Lola started hitting and kicking me so I bit her (I was over it for a long times back then, but otherwise I got beaten up. Lola screamed and ran away, I turned back to the line angry. Half of the class was standing in a circle around me and there was a boy who started to ask me to fight. It was very intimidating with half of the class around me, and the other half watching. I couldn't go away so I started kicking everyone in the circle, and then the teacher came, Wandy had gone to get her. I had to sit in the hallway, but I didn't agree, I hadn't done anything wrong. And it felt like I was the only one on my side. I had to say sorry to the class and I did, but I didn't mean it. Because I still hadn't done anything wrong, I just defended myself. What's wrong with that?

That's how it started. It is really lonely to feel like that. They bullied me into High school and they still spread rumors, and they don't even know me anymore. It's really low from them, but it still hurts. Yes, I know the rumor isn't true, but others don't I never got the opportunity to defend myself against it. So that's what I'm doing with this story, defending myself, telling my story, so people can finally know they were wrong. And yes I did make mistakes I shouldn't have done, but at least I dare to say it out loud.

I don't know the real reason of why I got bullied. But I know that I had happy moments too. And it made me, even if they made me feel really small and not worthy of anything good. I was wrong too, and that's not nice of me. But I think it's okay now, I did things, they did things, and after this story I have shared it and then I have the opportunity to leave it behind, because I was a really different person back then. And I know so much more right now. I have grown up a bit too fast, but I did.

I am only 13 years old, but my way to look at life or situations is way more mature then some matures can be. And yes, I dare to say that, because I know I deserve it. People told me, people that are really important told me and no, not my parents but people who tried to get to know me like I am, and one day. One day I'll show that what they said is true. I really hope that somewhere there are people who can see beyond what I just tell. That they can see me cry about it and that they believe every word I say is true.