Fifth Grade Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

My firsthand experience with a bully.

\"Go and die, you ugly whore!\" What does that sound like? An insult by a high school bully? It's not. In 2003, I moved to Kentucky because of my dad's job. This was third grade, so I wasn't really having troubles with bullies just yet, only the occasional butt-munch, and even then, not very much.

Then, in fourth grade, I saw the most beautiful boy i had seen in my eight years: Spencer. Oh, he was tall and blonde and charismatic, and still is today. We sat next to each other in class. Spencer, beautiful though he was, he was one rotten apple. Everyday it was \"How's you, cunt?\" \"You are so pathetic, bitch\" \"Get off your ass and grab my backpack for me, carrots.\" Allow me to remind you that this was fourth grade! It only got worse, though.

Spencer was the super-villain in my mind, and like any good super-villain, he had his cronies. Alex, Eddie, Nicole and Katherine. They would find me at recess, circle around like some old gang movie, and push me around. Literally. And call me names like fire-crotch, carrottop, ugly whore, and their favorite, Girly-girl. This was their favorite because A) It bothered me and B)Because they could use it in front of the teachers.

I remember one time, at recess, I think. The teachers had given us extra time outside and I had gotten one of fifteen swings, and there were at least 60 of us outside at any given recess. They pushed me off of the swing and I still have wood-chip scars on my back. Any way, they kicked wood-chips in my face and through basket balls at me. I curled up in a ball and screamed for help, but not a single person, teacher or otherwise, came. Sobbing I ran to the teacher and told her, and she absently said \"Yes, of course, I'll talk to them.\" The negligence of the teachers, the abusiveness of the bullies and the ignorance of everyone around me lasted all through fifth grade until I moved. The problem got worse than it sounds. I did try to kill myself before I moved. This happened five years ago, and I am still haunted by the cruelty. I actually went to therapy and my therapist was shocked at some of the things I went through. What I did? I told all of my teachers, my parents, my principal, and my school counselor.


Submitted: November 22, 2010

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