The Truth

It could have been worse

The next year I started grade 2. I think you all knew that though. Anyways... Grade 2. I had never been so sad in my entire life. It could have been worse, and it was later. But I thought this was pain. I wish I could see what the future had in store for me, becuase... This was not at all bad. It could have been so much worse. And looking back. I'm thinking that I was lucky. But at the time, according to me. I wasn't.

So what happened, was this new girl came. Her name was Caroline. I liked her. In the start. After a while, she kinda became bossy. And she didn't like me, becuase of one of my other friends. My friend, her name was Mina, hated Caroline. They had been friends before she transferd too my school, and thefor she couldn't stand Caroline. Theyy fighted in pre-school. So she hated Mina, and Mina hated her. Mina was not the a girl who liked figthing back. And Caroline saw that we were close. So she kinda turned on me, and became bossy. And she started hating me. So I became bossy back. I didn't want her causing trouble for my friend, and I didn't want her in my way. So she just blacked out. She bullied me. Hated on me. And she was popular, so she found a way, to make the entire grade hate me.

In the start I was confused, and very stressed. I didn't want to tell my parents. Because according to me, this was a tiny problem. Nothing that they should worry about. After 3 months of going trough with this, I guess I kinda wanted to quit. I suddenly hated her for doing this too me, and I told my mom. After telling her, I started getting regrets, I wish I told her before. At the time, we knew that we were gonna move at the end at grade 2, so we decided to not do a lot. My mom told me to keep a 'low profile', so I did. And to my surprise, it worked. It took a few months, and it only loosend up right before we moved, but I didn't care. As long as I left things on the right hand, I was happy. I found no reason to care anymore. I realised that one bully wasn't gonna take me down, so it didn't. Not at the time. As long as I knew I left things on the right hand, I saw that I wouldn't need to care.

You have no idea how happy I was when all of this ended. I had won my first mental fight. And she didn't bully me. She still hated me, but I didn't care. I smiled. The only problem was, I made a big mistake. I thought that, now I'm moving away from here. Now no one can hurt me. I'm safe. To make it simple. I got mu hopes up. We were gonna move far, far away. To another country. I thought no one could reach me. No one could hurt me. Well, I was wrong. The good thing was, I learned something important from this. I learnt to never give up on your self. It was what pulled me trough everything. And even though, in my next story, I didn't get to use it, I have had chances later in life. The most important thing I learnt from this, is what you do in favor of your self. If you ever need help, or you are in trouble, tell someone.