My sixth grade year I transferred schools. I started at my new school and made a friend who I will call Chris. Chris and I had started to hang out at school. Chris was one of my only friends I had one other friend at that school as I was still new. I had made a new friend one day and it just so happened that was the day of our in-school dance. Chris was I guess jealous that I made a new friend. I started dancing with my new friend when Chris came over to me and said, "Ew, look at the fat girl dancing." I got really insecure and told my new friend that I was through dancing. My friend told me, "Dude you can't let one person affect you like that." I said, "You know what, you're right." And I continued dancing. Nothing else really happened until the last day off school. I had been signing people's shirts like all day. At lunch Chris asked me to sign her shirt and if I wrote anything bad she would write something bad on my shirt. Well being that I had never been in this type of situation before I didn't realize that anything I wrote was going to be "bad". I wrote have a gr8 summer on her shirt. Chris told me that it was bad because so many people had wrote that on her shirt. Chris ended up drawing the Middle finger and writing f-- you on my back. I couldn't see what she wrote, so I went to a yard duty teacher we all called Grandma. I asked "Grandma, what did Chris write on my back?" Grandma said, "Sweetie you need to go turn your shirt inside out" she wouldn't tell me what Chris wrote. I ended up being late to class from lunch, so my teacher asked me why I was late. I had to tell her and she sent both Chris and I to the principal's office.
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My Bullying Story
Non-FictionI'm doing the #nomorebullying challenge. I want to share my experience, so maybe someone out there who is experiencing something similar can know there are outlets and suicide is not the answer.
