My Bullying Story.

Chapter 3

Fifth grade was absolute hell for me. People hitting me, slapping me, punching me, making fun of me, teasing me, everything. I told my grandma this time. And she went to the school.

"If you people don't stop letting my granddaughter get bullied every God damn day of school, I'm sueing your ass! Got it!?"

She said, mad as hell.

"O-okay Mrs. Jenkins, w-we'll take c-care of it right aw-way." The office worker said. Damn, my grandma sure did care.

Here comes sixth grade. This is the point were I start cutting-bad. I would unscrew an eyeliner sharpener or a pencil sharpener, and cut everywhere. My thighs, my legs,my feet, my arms, my hands, my wrists, my Stomache, behind my ears, Almost everywhere. It kind of gave me release. Some help and relaxation. I'd do it every day after school. I got beat up one time in the bathroom. By, guess who? Marina. I pulled a chunk of her hair out though. But she blamed the whole fight on me. So I got suspended for a week. Yippee. No more torture for a week.