BULLIED

Story 138

I'm not sure if it really was bullying, but anyways...

It's just that, I was born premature, my mom said it was dangerous to be born 6 months. But the thing in me was that my left leg and arm were weak. When my left hand was left unmoved, it would look like the pose the fashion girls do.

And for my left leg, my walking? It seemed crosswalking.

So, I remembered, my busmates once said to me:

"Why is your left hand like that? It's like you're a bakla (gay)."

(Note: I'm a girl)

My chest was in pain as the last word came out...

I tried and tried to put my left arm down occasionally, but it always went back up.

Fast forward to a few grades, after the dismissal prayer, I packed up my things.

Of course, since my left hand wasn't strong, the right did all the stuff, slowing me down.

After I finished, my classmate said:

"I'll teach you how to walk properly."

Then she began demonstrating it all. I know she was trying to help me, but for some reason I can't take words positively. It was like she saw me as a dog...

Grade Six came, then those words during lunch time really hit me:

"(my name), come here and we'll teach you how to walk."

The one who said that was one of the "famous" girls. I just stood there, slowly proccessing all she said.

A few seconds, she asked:

"Don't you want to be like us?"

Those words made me stop, like when someone suddenly rings the bell of a hotel.

I excused myself from them and returned to my table.

(Actually, I didn't remember what I did at that time)

A few minutes later, a group of people (who were nice) invited me and one friend to talk with them.

When they talked to me, they told me to stay away. That made my raft float calmly on the water.

This next part, I forgot when they take place, I'm just writing down the bullying I remembered and may not even be related to my left weakness.

It was when I was young, my parents were planning my party and we were seated outside the entrance of the restaurant. I decided to roam around but near.

That's when a girl who was eating with her sister, brother and other family members came out with her siblings.

I sat on an empty chair and saw her. I asked if I could play with her, but she became mean. I don't remember, but she was. The next thing I knew, I was crying, my face buried into my hands. When I looked up, I saw her stick her tongue at me, making me show more of my sensitive side.

A few minutes later, the girl left, leaving the brother behind.

I was watching them from the window and saw them eating.

I saw the girl talking to her father, then pointing at me.

I buried my face into my hands again, she made up a story about me!

She lied about me when in fact she was the one being mean!

My mom tapped my shoulder, told me to ignore her and that we're going.

And so... here's another scene.

Yet again to the bus... It seems it was there my most school problems existed.

When I was Gr. 4-5, I was very sensitive, even in the following grades.

I had a busmate who was a grade lower than me at that time.

She was considered to be my cousin since our mothers were best friends.

Most of my busmates called me sensitive, especially her.

This would leave me crying while exiting the bus.

There was this time when another busmate and I sat down together in the front seat. There was this time she was asking me math questions, when I couldn't answer, she whispered to the others (via the wonderful gap thing) that I wasn't smart. Of course, I cried. Our driver scolded them, but that memory still gets to me.

When I told my busmates of my left weakness, they all started to act weird. When one is about to say something weird or dirty, the other would say," Sh! (name) is a mmph child."

Until now they do that.

Heck, I'm writing this down to forget itall, a memory attack would always happen when I drift too far off.

This last part, I'm somehow awkward of myself. I have this circle group of friends, we're eight all in all.

Right now, we're all separated, some are classmates with others, some not.

Me... I just feel lonely. I know two of us are only child, but I feel the most left out of all.

The others? They live normal, they have no left hand and leg to worry of. No weird walking pattern to worry about. I guess... But now I'm trying my best to know it doesn't matter.

To wrap this up...

To those bullied, stand up. Tell them how you feel, if they continue, tell someone. If they add up, tell them the bad things they do... tell them what bullying is.

To those being mean, please stop. Just because someone has a feature you dislike doesn't mean you can talk behind her back, challenge her and stuff.

That, friends, is the Bullied Story of Lawyer_HeavenlyYard... Thanks for reading.