Today.

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[One Page Stories] "Today" is my personal, real life journey, something that many people have gone through in life.

Submitted: August 02, 2018

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How would you feel when you saw the person that caused such a large problem in your life? Scared, disappointed, happy that you were able to move on, maybe? Disgust. Disgust is what I felt. Back in elementary school I used to have friends, these friends, the typical group of kids that have nothing better to do than make fun of other people's flaws. At the time, I was okay with that. There was this one girl, she was a year ahead of all of us, she was nerdy, didn't have many friends, and was mildly disabled in some shape or form. That never stopped us though, that never stopped me. We would target her, day after day, because there was some insane level of fun that came out of bullying someone who didn't ever want to speak up. This lasted almost half the year, teachers never stopped us, she never spoke up, we never got into any trouble at all. So long that this was happening, for so long she was hurting beyond our knowledge, until one day, something in her head snapped. The only thing, I was the only target, because like her, I was insecure, and I wasn't able to speak up when something happened, I always had my large group of friends there to speak for me. She ended up threatening me, to the extent that she would go to my house, in the middle of the night, and burn it down with my whole family inside. With the friends of mine, we went to a supervisor, we never mentioned that we had bullied the girl, only that we were calmly eating our lunch and somehow she got mad. She got in trouble, and I mean a lot of it. She was suspended, wasn't allowed in the lunchroom, for the longest time she wasn't allowed to even step outdoors when recess came around. I wished for so long that me being the victim was the truth, I wished that I wasn't mean enough to make someone flip their emotions like that. It wasn't though, and for a long time I felt worthless. When we were bullying her it never made sense to me once that other people's feelings should matter, no matter how different they are to you. But the thing is, I saw her today, after seven years, and I was able to look and actually see what had become of her after what I had part in doing. She looked happy, talking to a group of friends, all these friends actually listening to what she needed to say. She had beautifully styled hair, and a lovely outfit. While I was there, staring, realizing that like her, I had changed as well. That group of friends I had, I don't talk to any of them anymore, they've moved on, and sometimes I was their bullying entertainment. Instead of twelve kids to talk to, I now have two. Instead of the smart bit of courage I once had to take part in what I once thought was fun, I am now not able to do anything alone. Unlike her, I have messily styled hair and am wearing a sweater in the summer heat as I can't stand having people look at my skin. She's changed for the best, and me, the worst. I took part in hurting someone and in the end, I hurt myself. Something that I can't fix. When I saw her, my tears began to lightly cloud my eyes, I saw someone that was able to build herself up when the world around was doing it's best to tear her down, I saw someone strong, someone happy, someone that's not like me. But when she saw me, she smiled. She smiled and I felt like it was the last thing that I needed to have closure. She either forgot about what happened, or moved on from it. Either way I'm glad, I'm glad that, after seven years, I can finally feel like I didn't completely ruin somebody's life. I choose the wrong path, I was young, dumb, and I'm pretty sure that my life would've been so much different if I had guided myself the right way, but that was seven years ago, and now I need to move on and build myself up, no matter how hard it may seem.


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