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Bullying in My Life

Posted: 5/19/2015

Hi my name is Miranda, and I’m 15 and this is my bullying story. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been bullied for something; Me being so called ‘fat’, me not being the way they had wanted me to in general. Third grade is really when it all had started. I moved around a lot as a kid so when I came to that school half way through third grade I figured it would be a new start for me. Boy was I wrong! A few weeks after I had started there, I started getting picked on by these groups of girls (and boys too) for not being what they wanted me to be. They told me I was fat, a nerd, and that I was the teacher’s pet. Fast forward from 3rd grade to when I was in 5th grade at the same school. Things had relatively stopped all until one day when the same girl who had bullied me in 3rd grade had pushed me into a bookcase. It hurt when she did it then I began to wonder, why would she do that? Later on after I had moved away I found out it was because she just about had enough with me.

As stated earlier, I moved around a lot as a kid. So when I had moved towards the end of 6th grade to a completely different town, I figured again that it would be a fresh start and that I wouldn’t get bullied. And for a little bit, I was right. Everything went really smoothly and I had made some new friends along the way. When there was a few weeks left in the school year is when things started to get really bad. Maybe I set somebody off but there was this one boy who decided it was his mission to make my life there at school miserable. He tried to break my fingers in my locker when they were in the locker door by slamming the locker door shut on them. Thankfully I had pulled them out in time. He also would slam all my books to the ground, and once he tried to push me down a short flight of stairs in my school. Again, I was able to catch myself on the hand railing before anything was done. Of course he would call me the typical names; fat, slut, teacher’s pet.

After 6th grade there wasn’t really any bullying because he had been moved to a different part of the school so I never saw him again. Now here comes the time of my Freshman year in high school where it was without a doubt the climax of all this bullying. There is one class, World History where it had really all started back up again. There was this one guy in my class, and he would constantly berate me. This was the point where I first had gotten glasses so now I started getting called Four-eyes. Also at this point, I was having some personal stuff going on in my family, and somehow this kid knew about these issues. He had started making fun of me because of these issues in the middle of class. Then he would always mock my appearance because again I wasn’t exactly a skinny girl at this point. Since we’re in middle school though, the names had gotten much nastier like whore, skank, and so on. That issue with that kid had stopped when someone in my class (who I still don’t know) had gone to the dean’s office and told somebody. Then it was peaceful for a few months again until it had picked up again in the 2nd semester of my freshman year. In my gym class, there are these group of four guys who are the class troublemakers. They do nothing but cause stress to the teacher, who is retiring at the end of this school year. I started helping her out and just being a nice person. This entailed that if these group of four boys were doing something really bad, I would tell her so she could handle it accordingly. These boys had eventually found out I was doing this so they started calling me a snitch every time they saw me. Things like “hey look, it’s the f’ing snitch” and “snitches get stitches” would be told to me along with name calling as well. After one of these kids had screamed and yelled in my face in the middle of gym class, I started crying in the middle of gym class. Now before when kids would call me these names and do what they were doing to me, I could usually hold it in til I got home and then I would cry my eyes out upstairs where no one was able to hear me. People like them started to make me wonder why I was getting bullied? I mean was it something I was doing that was causing them to constantly tear me down? Was there something wrong with me? These thoughts and my emotions would be concealed by what I would like to call ‘my mask’. I would act like I wasn’t hurt and I was this brick wall that nothing could break through. That worked until that day in gym that I had previously had stated before. My days started getting rougher and rougher, but slowly my friends were backing me up, especially the ones in school. There were two kids in particular in the school, and in my gym class. They are Sophomores and one’s a girl the other is a boy. They really started helping me and were there for me during school. They made me feel safe and secure, knowing that nothing would happen to me during the day. They became part of my ‘family’.

I’m not going to lie, I’m still getting partially bullied as I am writing this to you guys. I may never stop being bullied, who knows. But I do know one thing, if you find the right people that will always be there for you no matter what and will stick by your side through thick and thin, it makes life in bullying a lot easier. I’m one voice out of millions who are being bullied, but all you need is one success story of someone who is properly dealing with bullying, and it starts a chain reaction of people who want to make a change in their lives and stand up for themselves.

By: Miranda

 
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