BULLIED

Story 308

Heh heh heh, hi! I'm Kimmie, known on this website as @minervasmith. Pleased to meet you all, and all that jazz. My story's going to seem wimpy, but it's true. And I hope that you, as people, will respect that.

I was reading story 305 when I remembered something from my early childhood, something that seems insignificant, but hurt me in a large way as a child. Looking back on it, it was completely wimpy, for both me and the perpetrators, because what I did was a stupid thing to tease over, and my reaction was just... wow.

So... yeah. My gosh, it was so long ago. At the time I'm writing this, it was... seven years? Maybe eight... It was first grade, I'm going into eighth, so six. Ish.

Let me set the stage, hm? I went to this Pre-k/ Child-care center, with a giant wooden thing playground in the back, a small children's playground in the front, and paintings of fairy-tale and nursery rhyme characters. In the mornings, we were allowed to go inside and eat breakfast, and, at the time, I was obsessed with applesauce. It was my favorite food, except for cheese. Cheese can't be replaced. Ever.

I had eaten a whole bunch of applesauce at home, and then this group of older, cooler girls had given me all theirs- the day was Applesauce Day. It was also picture day, so we were all dressed up in our nice clothes. By "all", I mean the people in the grades under third. The rest of them had been dressed in whatever they normally wore. Except for this really nice girl. She was a red-head, and really nice, and she had chosen to wear a really expensive-looking blue dress, kind of like Dorothy's, but- (Shut up, Kimmie, shut up about the dress, no one cares. And you're treating this like a novel. It's not.)

After breakfast, we were allowed to go out and play in the little children's playground thing while waiting for the bus to be ready to leave. All the other pieces of playground equipment were taken, and I had no friends to talk to, so I asked this girl who was standing all alone if she would spin me in the spinning bowl thing. She said that she would, then I climbed in and she spun it for about ten minutes.

Then the bus was ready to leave.

We all climbed into it, the group of cool girls, a group of guys who immediately shuffled to the back, and all the other kids that were about my age. The cool girls decided to sit at the front, which was where I usually sat, on the account of having no friends. They filled up all the seats, leaving the nice red-head to sit next to me in the second bench back on the left. The bus started moving after everyone was seated.

Suddenly, I felt really sick, like I was going to puke. I looked around at everyone else.

I couldn't tell the bus driver. He'd be absolutely ticked off.

I was running out of time. I needed.. I needed somewhere to let it all out. I couldn't puke on the girl next to me. I couldn't, she was too nice for that. I had my homework in my bag, the craft I had slaved over for hours the night before.

That left me with one option.

I puked on the window.

Then all of them started freaking out about it, I was crying, and the bus driver was absolutely ticked off that he had to clean puke off of the inside wall of a bus. (Apparently it hadn't hit the window, it wad hit the wall. I was short back then, and I think you were, too. If you're my age.)

The next morning, I climbed onto the bus as normal. Only, no one decided to sit next to me. They were afraid of getting puked on, I guess. Instead, they had tripled up on a seat.

No one wanted to sit next to the lingering stain. I was forced to sit there- I had no choice.

When I asked the girl if she wanted to sit next to me again, she said simply, "No."

"Why?' I asked. I was confused. (Back then I was smart, but I didn't understand people. That was the reason I had no friends.)

"I would never sit next to a puking little ***** like you." She said, and went to go sit in another seat, and I was left sitting there, alone.

And that, my friends, is the sole reason I had no friends up until fourth grade, when people finally accepted me, and had forgotten about the applesauce. I'll write about the friends next, because there's a story that has to do with that.

That's my wimpy story. Now, here's a message in German.

Ich denke, wir sind alle gleich . Anderen Menschen Richtet nicht.

(English translation: I think we're all the same. Do not judge other people.)