Well, of you read the title, this is the story of me being bullied.
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I was getting dressed for the first day of 6th grade when I notices that my skirt was ruffled. I smoothed it out and grabbed my bag and walked to the bus. I waited until 6:00 for the bus to arrive. I sat in front and waited for my lofe-long friend, Aaron, to get on. When he did, he was this my Elementary School bullies. They looked at me, and gave me a look of pure hatred.
"Loser."
"B***h"
Those were my names to the students of Braxton Craven for the first few weeks, and I was upset. Not only had I lost my best friend, I lost someone who was like a brother to me. I was depressed to, so when the kids at school noticied my long sleeves, they thought I was cutting, when I had just gotten over a common cold.
"Cutter."
"Kill yourself, it'd make the world better."
Those were the two setences I heard up until the spring seasons, when I finally gained some friends.
"They only hang out with you because they feel bad, they don't like you."
"God, you hang out with so many guys, slut."
Those two sentences made me distance myself from the world, and I gotten my first suicidal thoughts.
You're a waste of space.
If you died right now, no one would notice.
Maybe, you'd be better off dying. Hell, the WORLD would be better off without you.
These thoughts ran through my head like a spinning tornado, and I belived them. I started taking more than two allergie pills a day, then it turned into me getting mad over the smallest of things, when I broke my arm, people thought I tried to run away.
"I heard she jumped out of her window to get away."
"I heard that she is a low-class whore that likes the attention."
It broke my heart to hear those things, when they were written on paper and thrown at me, that made me cry harder at night.
SLUT
WHORE
DIE
B***H
The entire school, exept mt friends, threw those notes at me, and soon, my 2 friends moved to a differwnt part of the state, and I ate lunch by myself again. O felt so alone, that is, until some kids started sitting with me, and asking if I was O.K. I finally had people who knew what was going on, and trked to help, no matter what the cost was. The talent show nade even more people like me, and come help me. They to, understood that I was a different case than what the other kids said. All I wanted was for someone to notice me and my feelings, and I got it. I transfered schools, and now I'm homeschooled, the people at homeschool (NCVA) understand what I went through, and knew I needed a friend or two, and I got the whole homeroom as my friends. I feel happier bow, and this is my story.