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Don't let it eat away at you like it did to me.

10/15/2019

 
My bullying story isn't much. It never was, and it never will be. I just want people to know that this is a type of bullying, too. My friends and I were never popular. We were the left overs. We weren't the wildflowers, or the bad kids, we just weren't anything. The other kids ignored our existence, unless they needed homework answers or something, which we gladly gave them. We, or at least I, was happy this way. It started in seventh grade with one boy and his friends in particular. I was in math class, and I didn't have too many friends. First, they found out I was left handed. They called me 'God's deformity', and when my friend tried to back me up, they laughed at her. I ignored them. Then, they found out I was half Jewish, and made fun of me for that. My friend told the teacher, and the teacher did absolutely nothing. They started making fun of my two friends as well as me. They called one of my friends fat, and one of my friends (you guessed it) a slut. They called me both. I never had the guts to stand up, but my friends kept telling the math teacher. Each time they told her, the teacher did nothing. I lost all courage. When I rose my hand to speak, I'd stutter and my voice wouldn't come. I'd pretend to be someone I'm not, even around my friends, so they can't make fun of me. If I wore a tight shirt, they called me fat. If I wore a loose shirt, they called me a slut. One of my friends was so destroyed by all of this, she started cutting. At first, I was the only one who noticed because she hid it well. Then, one of the teachers saw and sent her to the guidance counselor. The bullying all stopped for a while, until one day, the guidance counselor called one of the teachers, asking for my friend. The teacher told her, and she asked to take me along. It started up again. They called us "attention whores" and sluts, and every name they could think of. Eventually, after a year of flat out ignoring them, they went back to ignoring us. My courage is still gone. I can't even look anyone in the eye in fear they'll judge me for something I can't control. What I'm saying is that if there's a problem, you should attack it right at the start. Don't let it eat away at you like it did to me. Don't be a coward. The teacher who did nothing was fired when other teacher found out about it. Do something. - Lily

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