When I was in the 3rd grade, I had this friend. He was nice to me and stuff, until we moved to 4th grade. Then he started bullying me, he usually just pushed me to the ground, called me names, at spring he threw rocks at me and at winters he threw ice at me. Then this one day he hit me a little bit under my eye. I talked to my classmate, and told that I got hit by him. Then she was like: "Oh, I didn't know you got bullied" and that's when I stopped talking to my classmates. I told a teacher what happened that morning and the boy stopped bullying me. Now I'm kinda anti-social, friendless girl. Okay - I have one friend, but I found her by internet - which is kinda sad.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
