It all first started in third grade. I was new to the school, so I didn't knew much about it. The teacher asked three girls to show me around the school, and those three girls soon became my friends. They became my close friends, but they turned their back on me. I thought that I could trust them, well I obviously thought wrong. For some reason, they started to hate on me for no reason. They would start spreading rumors about me that weren't even true. I was called offensive names such as, "bitch" and "ugly". Nobody else wanted to be my friend. I was alone.
Fourth grade. It wasn't really fun either. I get kicked and pushed. Some people decided to call me a "slut", "whore", "hoe", and "bitch". I also didn't have much friends, just a few, maybe like 3-4.
Fifth grade. I would have to say this was the worst grade of all. I got called "fat" and even more names. Some of my friends started to ignore me and I felt really sad.
Now in sixth grade, I don't get bullied that much. I actually made some new friends. Life gets better, you just need to find the right people.
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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...
