The Art of Bullying

Chapter 1: The Art of Bullying

Let me paint u a picture, the setting is in the Heart of Queens New York City. Christian/ Evangelical School; Pre-K3 thru 12th Grade. A Mother, Father, and child move back to New York after being Chicago for 3 1/2 yrs. The parents get employed, thanks to some friends of theirs, and the child attends the school from 6th grade to 9th grade.

Little background on the family….
The child’s name was Isaiah his Father, David , and Mother, Tamra were American (Home) Missionaries. They have been serving the urban communities before Isaiah was born. They also know some martial arts due to the horrible neighborhoods they lived and served in. They had a dog named Rocky Road, his breed was German/ American Shepherd. Rocky was a guard dog who hated everyone except for family.
This was a very happy family.

If you would let me be frank with u my life wasn’t always a good one.. I moved around a lot due to parents occupation.. I lived in some of the roughest locations and cities in the United states. But for the most part we made it out alive.. I mean if i wasn’t alive i wouldn’t be typing to u right now. But in 6th grade i was at a new school called Evangel Christian School in Long Island City, Queens NY. thats wen this act of bullying started.. I mean it was hard enough that my parents didn’t leave my sight.. they went everywhere i went. My mom was an Admin at my school, and my dad did the Karate after school program.. So that right there made it almost impossible not to get noticed.. the bullying first started after my dad did a small showcase of his Karate during our chapel time and guess who was his lucky victim to get chosen out of the crowd.. Thats right it was me, his 11yr old son. Well lets just say that i was known as the Karate kid after that. So the name calling starts. Due to medical conditions it was hard making friends anyways now this to add on the struggle.. thanks dad -_-…

In the end it wasn’t all that bad.. it was a place for me to remove all the anger i had stored up that day. In 7-th through 8th grade it got little better, ppl started to kind, not really, like me.. i was a Straight A student, i was becoming smarter than them, and well i didn’t tell them how i did it.. i kept to myself mostly.. i mean i met some friends along the way, but they didn’t feel like some friends that i had for years.. it was a lurking emotion of bullying.. it was hey I’m caring for u then talking about u behind ur back sort of thing.. now in 9th it was completely different.. New style of bullying. it was the stage of hey I’m getting older and i want to find my true love kind of year.. so on valentines day, this girl asked me to be her valentine, and orc i said yes.. this “ fake dating” went on for 2 weeks before she broke my heart. Like man, I’m a sensitive person a dn just to break my heart like that.. damn i wasn’t expecting that to happen. that was a total downer for me.

The bullying finally stopped in my 10th-12th grade years.. by then i was in a different school and in a better environment.

The time wen bullying came up again but this time it wasn’t to me was at the war place. we take in the mentally disabled to work in our deli and.. we had this one lady. she was the sweet thing ever, but i could tell that others didn’t like her too well. she would forget a lot of things, which might be bad for business but its al she could do. she’s a fun person, loves doing anything that u ask her to do, she loves the customers no matter how mean they are to her. she’s just a joy to be around. What breaks my heart is how down she looks most of the time. she looks like she needs a friend, but I’m not really a social person so in return i just act as kind as i could be to her.. a little friendliness can do a lot in someones life.