A friend in Sunday school of mine said she was losing friends in her regular school. So when I had those voice open diary I wrote about other girls who were bullying me. You would never believe how small her loyalty was to me. The group of bullies told my "friend" if she stole whatever I wrote about them then they would help my "friend" with her problem. On the same day we had the last day of school party where we watch movies and have pizza with snacks. When I got up to get more snacks....you would never believe what I saw. I saw her going through my bag trying to find the evidence. I told her we weren't going to be friends. I had ignored her for 5 to 6 years because of what happened. I block her number, I blocked everything. This year was better...but I didn't trust her to be nice.
I was then confronted by the group of girls. The leader told me I was bullying one of the girls, but I didn't know any of their names. I only knew them from choir at the church. They made me go into the electrical room with the door closed and blocked by them. I said sorry but I didn't mean it since I didn't know what was going on. They threatened to tell my mom since they knew, her not personally, when I was younger.
Years later I asked my mom if I was bullied would she believe me or the bullies she said me. I was happy and realized how naive I was to believe the bullies. My older brother believed I wasn't bullied because we were at a church and I guess her believed the older students would have better morals. I told him and I'm not sure if he would believe me or not.
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Non-FictionI don't own any pictures or videos. I own the experience. You don't have to pity me or cry for me (trust me I've done plenty of that). "Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks." Waqar Ahmed
