I know my story isn't nearly as bad as most but I decided to share it. Why? Because if I can inspire at least one person to stand up for themselves or someone else by sharing this story, then the purpose in sharing is accoplished.
I used to be a very friendly, social girl. Used to be. In 5th grade some, one boy in particular, made me feel stupid. He cused at me and ruined my reputation. I became scared to answer questions and what did my "friends" do? They stood their and watched, laughed sometimes. One day my "friend" asked me why I was acting like my parents had died. The real answer was a part of me had died. But I just fake smiled and asked her what she was talking about.
True friends can tell a fake smile from a real one.
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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...
