This is my story. All the times I've been bullied. Well, it will be. Its just getting started. I will continue to add on to it as I have time. No names will be mentioned, out of the respect that they never gave me. Please comment, and spread the word.
At school:
When I was in elementary school I was best friends with a girl in my class. Things were pretty good back then, with a few exceptions. Like this one kid that was constantly being a jerk. I remember one time I was sitting in my spot in gym class while the coach took attendance, and he said "I bet you're jealous of [my best friend] because you will never be as cool or popular as her." I just brushed it off. Sure, it hurt my feelings, but it wasn't that big a deal. I got over it and ignored him. Regardless of how much or how little it hurt, the point is, I remember it. Out of all the memories, everything that happened then, any compliment anyone may have given me, that is what I remember. Worse has happened since then. Much, much worse. Yet that memory still sticks. I doubt he even remembers my name. But I will never forget him, all because of a few words he said as a little kid.
Near the middle of fifth grade I had to move from my house and elementary school to a new house, and a junior high. I was scared. Can you blame me? I had never met any of these people before. On my first day of school I hardly said a word to anyone. It was like the moment anyone so much as looked at me, every word I knew flew from my mind, replaced by fear. The next day was the same way. And the next. And the next. Being a small school, it wasnt long before everyone new about the new "quiet girl". The "weird girl". The "freak." Because I didnt talk, my worst fear had come true. Everyone hated me. Everyone, and none of them new a thing about me.
It got worse. The guys could be bad, but the girls were just awful. I remember one time I was walking behind a few girls in gym, I dont think they knew I was there, but they were talking about how big of a "bitch" I was. Me? What did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Another time I was sitting on the gym floor, and this girl, one that just would never leave me alone, noticed I had a black streak in my hair (which is blonde). She called me a slut, making her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. Slut. I told her it is natural, I was born with it (which is true). "Slut," she said. I am so far from it. But the word kept repeating in my head. Slut. What did I do?
This other time I going to health class, and someone was sitting where I usually sat. I dont handle changes like that well, it makes me nervous and it gets hard to stay calm. But I just sat down in another seat near the two sort-of-friends I had in that class. Well, this girl, the girl whose friends usually sits in that seat, walked up to me and said "Get out of that seat." So, I said no, sorry, but someone was in my seat. She sat behind me and said, loudly, "You're a Bitch." Then statred whispering to her friends. I was trying not to listen. What made it worse was that my two friends were sitting there ignoring me. Ignoring what was happening. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. I felt so pathetic, and feel ashamed to admit this, but I stayed there in the bathroom crying the rest of the period. Someone walked in once and obviously saw me, but didnt even say anything. Didn't even ask if I was okay. What is wrong with people?
