What Happened In Third Grade

A Painful Story To Share

When I was in third grade, I had many friends. A lot of my friendships ended in third grade, it was the year we found out about my disease. At first, it seemed like there was nothing to it besides my reaction, a hiccup burp combo. I really didn't know what to think. All of the people who I thought were friends, they suddenly left me. I won't say the names of the people who hurt me the most, instead, I will use different names.

I was in a great friendship with two other girls in my grade, their fake names are Mara and Rebekka. We were the best of friends since kindergarden. Our moms were friends, so that kind of made them my friends instantly. Sure I had other friends in kindergarten, there was two, Olivia and Mia. Mia left after that year though, and Olivia and I didn't really talk after that.

Rebekka and Mara, they were my best friends though, and when I needed them most, they turned their backs on me, they left me. Sure I was mad, but I didn't do anything. There was no point in chasing after old friends who didn't want me. Besides I was too worried about what was going on with me.

Before I got sick, I was actually really happy with all of my friends. I actually thought that they cared about me, I thought that they would always be there for me. I was obviously wrong. I had some rumors spread around about me, I came home almost crying every day. It was painful for me to go to school. On school days, I would do the same routine over and over again. I would wake up, get ready for school, go to morning classes ignoring almost everyone, go to recess/lunch still ignoring almost everyone, go to afternoon classes ignoring almost everyone, then ride the bus home.

I hope that you noticed that I said almost everyone. There were only three people who suck to me. For these people, I will use their names because they stood by me, and they were my true friends. Avery, Liv, and Trista. So, the funny thing about this friendship was that Trista and I, we hated each other at first. She and Avery started hanging out, and somehow we ended up being friends. Liv was always kinda more with me than Trista, but that was only because we were friends first, and that she knew me better.

Trista and I put apart our differences, but the truth is that we didn't really have differences. We were so much alike. Sure I was still being bullied, but I at least knew that I wasn't alone. Eventually, my Mom found out how miserable I was. She wanted to tell the teachers, I didn't want that though, I thought that it would only make it worse.

The teachers were supportive of it. My homebase (Advisory) teacher, Mrs. Giles, she was really upset that she didn't know about it. She isn't really a sympathetic person though, so I really knew that she was sorry, along with Mrs. Pikert and Mrs. Rodgers. They told my Mom that they would announce it at the next team meeting.

I suppose I should explain my old school for it to make any sense. First off, my old school is called Valley Crossing Community School, Valley for short. Valley was divided into three sections, Neighborhood A, B, and C. I was in Neighborhood C. In those three sections, there were teams. The teams were kindergarten and first grade together. Second and third grade together, and finally fourth, fifth, and sixth grade were all together.

Those were the teams and there would be three to four teachers per team. So my teachers said that they would tell all of the kids in my team to stop bullying and spreading rumors about me. I really didn't want to be there. So my teachers came up with a brilliant idea. I wouldn't be there.

I went to the library when they had the meeting, after the meeting was over, everything was going okay, people were giving me weird looks, especially Mara and Rebeka, I thought that maybe we would become friends again. Obviously, that never happened.

Later on, they said that they stopped people from spreading rumors, a year later, I found out that they were the ones who actually started the rumors, I couldn't help but kind of feel hate towards them, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. I let them go, I never let them be my friends again, I didn't want them to be my friends ether.

If I had to go through that experience again, I wouldn't change a thing, it showed me how my friends truly are, and I am thankful about that. If I went through the same at AFSA, I think I would actually know who would stick up for me already, I don't even think that this sort of thing would happen at AFSA, but I know that I would have many people who would stick up for me, I know that I could go to any teacher/EA and would be able to have the problem solved.

A/N: This actually happened to me, I hated everyone at that time, and I don't really know what to think when I look back at it.
​My decease is called Eosinophilic Gastroenteritis.
It is pretty rare. Only one in one hundred thousand people get it. I guess I was the lucky one. But I have had it for over five years now, so I learned to kinda except it.