I think everyone has been bullied at least one time in their life. I know I have. When kids get bullied its not always at school, it could be at home by older siblings. I say that because I used to get bullies by my older cousins they would always pick on me and make me cry. They would make me feel so left out I hated it.
Once I got to middle school the bullying started all over again. The girls that picked on me were way bigger then I was. There was three girls an I am not going to lie I was scared I even used to eat in the counselors office with my other friend. There was days where I didn’t even want to go to school I was scared that if I even looked at them they would hurt me. One time the girls had even told me that they knew where I lived and that they were going to follow me home and jump me. That day I stood after school because I was scared that they were really going to jump me.
I told my mom and she wanted me to tell the counselors, the principal, and the teachers. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to be the rat of the snitch. But I know if I said something it would stop, but at the same time I thought things would get worse because I told on them. So I just decided to tell the counselor and she said that everything was my fault she pretty much took the others girls side so now it was pretty much like four against one. I told my mom what happened and she got mad she was so mad that she wanted to switch me schools because she didn’t want anything to happen to me.
On the second of the last day of 8th grade the girls came up to me and said they were sorry for everything and that they felt bad. I didn’t want to talk to them because I was so mad at them cause they picked on me for 3 years and pretty much on the last day of school they say sorry? What took them so long to say sorry, I just didn’t trust them after that but I didn’t have to deal with them anymore so that was the only good thing.
This is my experience with bulling.
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