What’s so good about being a bully?
There are bullies in every high school now. Some people grow up popular and some don’t. There’s your homecoming queen and your math teams. I believe that bullies should not be tolerated at all. Bullies should be taken more serious than they are. There’s no explanation for someone to treat another with so much harm.
In high school I went from having everything, to hardly anything at all. I had a lot of friends. I was popular. I won class favorite my freshman and junior year. I got on the coming home court for basketball. I played a lot of sports and I was in a lot of different clubs. High school was everything to me.
There were six girls I grew up with all through school. We were all best friends and were unserepeatable. My closet friend out of them all, started a huge rumor about me. I don’t even know why she did it, but she did. She ended up turning all my friends against me. I was used to it always being us girls together at school. Then it got to were I was the only one walking through the hall ways. None of them would even look at me at first. They didn’t even care to hear my side of the story.
My whole senior year I was bullied. I never imagined it would happen to me, but it did by my closets friends. They would walk behind me coming out of the lunch room, throwing ice cubes and food at me. Every time they got the chance they would yell rude names at me. They would laugh in my face every single day. They made fun of me in every possible way they could. Every where I went they would be there. It got so bad that the principle gave up and didn’t even do anything about them bulling me. They got in trouble a coupe of times but he knew he couldn’t stop them.
Before are senior prom we had voting’s for prom queen. I got nominated with seven other girls and only five would get accepted to be on prom court. One of the girls went through all the bulletins just to cross my name out. That’s not all they did. One of the other girls graded papers for one of our teachers. Every time she got the chance to grade my paper, she would mark it wrong. Since she was the teachers’ president, he always believed her over me.
They used to be my best friends. The stuff they did to me was horrible. By the end of my senior year, I had turned into someone I wasn’t. They changed the way I looked at myself, they changed me. I couldn’t understand how they could treat me like that. Every time they would be mean to me I tried to ignore them. Ignoring them made it so much worse.
The point is there should be a stop to bulling. If the principles can’t do anything about it, there needs to be someone who will. I was lucky to have such a great family behind me. My family was there for me everyday when I came home crying. Some people that get bullied don’t have a family like I do. Other kids that have been bullied, have tried to kill themselves or threatened someone else’s’ life. If there was something I could do, I would. When I got bullied I tried everything to make it stop. The only reason I stuck it out was because of the family support I had behind me.
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