Avery,
i figured it was time to tell you why i was not myself for a while and not a very good friend.
When i was in the 6th grade i gained a little weight over the summer before school started,and well i guess my friends brother noticed and made it his new thing to pick on me about it.he was a grade under me but the same age.so at the begining of the year he asked me he said "do you like donuts?",i looked at his sister and said "what does he mean?" and she said "idk". well i found out after a while what he was talking about.he was trying to pick on me and i know this cause he started saying i was too fat and needed to go on weight watchers,and said i was ugly and a bitch and said i needed to stop eating so much and if i died no one would care.i had to hear this everyday on the bus at school and he would make it worse everyday.he would throw things at me and try to trip me. you would think someone would do something about it but no they all would just laugh at me and make it worse.one day on the bus i had a full bottle of water and i had a bad day at school and he was picking on me so i had enough and wacked him in the face 5 times with the water bottle and it fell and he grabbed it and hit me with it and i just sat back down cause i didnt want to get introuble.we got in fights alot on the bus and i thought beeting the crap out of him would help but no it didnt. he just kept on everyday.i was getting bad grades cause he made me not care about anything anymore.he made me feel like a piece of trash on the side walk that everyone just has to step on.i hated going to school i would make myself sick sometimes just so that i could stay home i literally hated my body and i was so self contious i couldnt wear shorts in public or a bikini.one day i sat in his seat and he sat in mine and he was laughing then moved from the seat and i read what he wrote it said "she is so fat gosh go on some weight watchers stop eating"just crap like that in sharpie all over my seat.when i got home i ran up my driveway and ran on the side of my house with my sister and was balling.then i saw my friend walk up my dads garden so i wiped my sloppy eyes and went for a walk with her like nuthing ever happened.i didnt want to tell really anyone cause i didnt think they really cared and i didnt like the attention always towards me. he would make me feel so bad that i would want to hurt my self but i didnt cause i knew better.i wanted it all to end,some days i thought about ending my whole life but i also knew better about that too. so one day i went to church and got a sheet pretty much said a list of stuff saying would you do this infront of god and are you doing things right. so the next day he was picking on me so i gave them the sheet when he was getting off the bus and said read it so he took it home.the next day he came on the bus and said thankyou for giving me that to read it really helped me and he appoligised for everything and so i forgave him cause thats what you have to do inlife in order to move on.well i kept forgiving him because he still picked on me but not as bad anymore and he would say sorry but i knew he was gonna keep on but after a while of getting use to it,i just ignored it and after a while it all stopped he stopped picking on me.everything was better i had more friends,talked more,everything was good.im glad i didnt hurt myself cause it wasnt worth it.he did pick on other kids and i would stick up for them and he would leave them alone.words do hurt people alot, but i dont let words get to me any more.i learned people will talk about you till the day you die and maybe a little after.but you dont need to let it get to you like i let it get to me.so if you ever get picked on ignore it and tell them about god and if you see someone else getting picked on stick up for them but do remember just cause they pick on you dont pick on them cause remember how it feels.
sincerely, allison
