Well, my story started just before the end of my first year of Secondry school. I think that's 6th grade for Americans. I was quite comfortable at school with my friend until another girl came along. This girl absolutely hated my guts and continuously tried to pick on me and make my friend turn against me.
I thought "maybe after a while, we'll get to know each other and she'll like me".
It didn't change at all. Nearly every day I was picked on because I like different music, different movies and because I used to love books. This upset me so much because I used to think "if they were my friends they would like me for who I am."
So anyway, this has continued up until now. I had food thrown at me by my "friends". Also drink.
Once, my parents phoned the school so I was treated like an actual human being for a while but lately it's started again.
I've started to be pushed out a lot. I get called "weirdo", "weeaboo", "creep" all because I'm a little bit different. I literally hate this treatment because they are my friends.
This is still going on to this day and I'm still treated like dirt. Practically used. I'd take a bullet for my friends but I know they wouldn't do the same. All I want to do is impress them but the harder I try the more I'm picked on.
But, there's a quote I like:
"There's always a lot of chapters before the happy ending"
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
