When we came back to school for seventh grade Chris saw me at lunch and hit me for getting her into trouble on the last day of school. I was really scared now because the bullying had turned physical. I went to the principal and she basically told me I was instigating it and asked me what I did to her. I went home and told my mom and she was like "Oh hell no, you did nothing to deserve this!" I was only 11 at the time never been bullied really. My mom and dad instilled in me from a young age to treat others the way I would want to be treated. I was always nice to people I just couldn't understand why this was happening to me. The bullying and me going to the principal became a daily occurrence when I wasn't faking an illness. By the end of 7th grade the principal and vice principal got tired of us constantly in their offices and the vice principal made us sign an agreement saying we had to stay away from each other.
Author's note: The next chapter I talk about religion if this offends anyone I'm sorry. I'm not trying to impose my religion on anyone.
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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.
