Bully

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A relatable non-fiction tale of one of my middle school experiences on bullying

Submitted: October 05, 2014

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Reminder: It’s a new day.
Reminder: Ignore it. 
Reminder: They are just words, you are here for an education, NOT to make friends.
4th period was always a struggle for me. All I wanted to do was get in, do my work and get out. Of course this was a school that “didn’t tolerate bullying”, there were posters stating as such all over the place, but alas it was an unfortunate case of false advertisment and if I was in any position to sue them for it I certainly would have. But how am I suppossed take on a judge and a jury if  I can’t even handle a tyrant of a girl and her insignificant words? 
I sit in my usual place in the back left corner and try not to notice when she enters. Of course that was kind of hard when the very second she enters, her eyes peirce through me, past my hair and skin, beyond my skull and right into the very core of my brain. I get to work. 
Top right corner
First name Last name
Date 
Period
The whispering and laughs begin. These don’t bother me as much as they did in the beginning and that may be due to the fact that I realized there were worse things she could do, like tell my at-the-time boyfriend that he simply MUST have been desperate to be dating me with me standing right there. Even telling me in deep detail, and in front of the entire class, what my flaws were. 
Keep working. Do your job. Focus on your work. The laughing gets louder, as does the “whispers”. The words “stupid” “ugly” and “cry baby” form and peirce my ears. 
Of course I have tried to tell the teacher and he just sends me to the AP’s office, or rather, the AP’s assitant. She gives you a not-so-reassuring nod, hands you a form and sits you down to fill out a statement. When you’re finished, she promises that they will get to it as soon as they can and sends you back to class to suffer. By this point, my file was bulging with unread, ignored, pleading statements.
I can’t take it anymore. I stand up and go to leave the room all the while holding back hate-filled tears. 
“And where do you think you’re going?” He asks.
“Anywhere but here” I reply.
It takes me all of 5 minutes for me to turn around and get the teacher to understand that it is not the best idea for me to stay in that class. And then
“Oh let her leave, no one wants her here anyways” she says.
“Oh go to hell” I reply.
Then I leave. I walk amongst the hall till I can breath again, then I return to class and sit down as though nothing ever happened.
I’m not sure wether the teacher understood why I left or maybe he simply did not care, but I never received a concequece for either action. Then again, maybe he knew that he didn’t have to punish me, maybe he knew that she had it all taken care of. The very next day, it started all over again, except that this time, I didn’t fight back tears, I didn’t leave the room, I just sat there and took it.
My only job was to do my work. I just sat there and took it. I could have ignored it, but I just sat there and took it.


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