BULLIED

Story 439

My story isn't as bad as everyone else's. But everybody handles things differently.

(Im gonna name myself Cat in this story.)

It started in third grade.

I was overweight at the time (I still am). Girls in my school could either wear skirts, shorts, or pants. I chose skirts because I was a girly girl.

I felt the need to pull my skirt up a little higher, because it made me feel like my stomach was hidden. I had a friend, let's name her 'BULLY 1' we met in like what? Grade one?

Yeah, moving on.

Generally, she was mean to me. I had to hold her lunchbox for her and walk behind her. If I ever spoke out of turn, she would glare at me and make me cry.

"You're fat."

"You're not smart."

I was a third grader, of course that would hurt like hell. Since I can't say names, I'll just say that our names rhymed. She would constantly expect me to work for her.

I was terrified of her. One of the things I wish I could change about myself is the fact that I forgive way too easily. Everyone took advantage of me.

I hated it.

"Cat, can you do this for me?"

"Do this for me."

"Get lost."

"Why are you so fat?"

It was so frustrating.

And then, one day, we decided to play hide and seek. They always made me the seeker because I, apparently, was too slow. When I bent down to pick my lunchbox up, BULLY 1 came over to me and pulled my skirt down. I was still wearing my leggings, but it was still very see through.

EVERYONE laughed their asses off.

My crush started chanting,

"She's so fat! She's so fat! When is she going to explode?"

I pulled my skirt up and ran to the bathroom. I sobbed for hours.

Barely anyone knew my name, everyone just recognized me like this,

"Oh her? The girl with the big butt? The one that showed her panty to everyone?"

Its sickening.

Oh, I never told my family.

Then, grade four rolled along. I'm quite tall for my age, so I was seated in the back.

I love sitting at the back. But I hate sitting next to people.

I feel extremely self-concious. I was still over weight.

But I Started wearing pants. Over the summer, I changed completely.

I became a tomboy. And I'm glad.

I was seated next to a girl, who was new. Let's name her 'FRIEND 1'.

Later, when recess came along, BULLY 1 summoned me. She found someone new to play with,

"Get lost, you're just some lame fat person that can't even score 100 on a test."

She was right. I let the bullying get to me. I started failing all my classes.

Especially math.

I just nodded and left.

I hate how I let her push me around.

As I sat down alone and daydreamed recess away, FRIEND 1 came up to me,