This is sort of a long story...But I feel it
must be told.
This is my bullying
story.
I know, I know, you all read them and then either shake your head
or whatever, but I don't know..maybe I can relate to someone.
Alrighty, let's get started. So I'v always been awkward.
I'v always been this eccentric, artistic, kind of out there
person. It's just who I am. I embrace it. Wooo
awkwardness.... Anyturtles, my bullying story starts in second
grade. Whenever I was little, I went through a tough time of
awkwardness because my mum and I were in a really bad situation
with an awful man who was NOT AT ALL a father. But, my mummy
ended up divorcing this man, finding another one online who just
so happened to be a military soldier. Grand. So I moved with my
mum and my new legally adoptive father overseas to Europe. Yep. I
lived in Europe for most of my smaller developing years. So
anyway. I was in Germany, went to a german school, was in
kindergarden taking a language course as well. My school
didn't have yearbooks, and no one really liked to make
friends because kids didn't stick around long enough to have
a yearbook because everyone's parents were basically military
personal. Anywhoo moving on. Point being I lived in a foreign
country, and then moved back to my idiotic, small-town, hickville
county in southwestern Pennsylvania. If you know anything about
southwestern Pennsylvania, you know that hillbillys, incest, and
"deer huntin" originated all from here. I hated moving.
I was enrolled in the same school my mum was when she lived here.
It. Was. The. WORST. I was a new kid who had developed this
extremely European accent. It was a healthy blend between
American Hick, British, and German. I talk wonderfully as you can
imagine. So I was the new kid, and because I was foreign, I was
the target of bullying. I knew no one. NO ONE. So I tried making
friends, however, my town is extremely small minded hillbillies.
Not even kidding. They hated me. I was ridiculed, pushed down
this steep hill, bashed into a water fountain, excluded, and so
on. In 3rd grade I had 3 friends. I had to be nice to everyone,
but I had 3 friends. 3. Yep. So then in the middle of 3rd grade
year, I got the news. We had to move again. Yep. But this time it
was in country and it was smack dab in the middle of Texas.
Grand. It was on a military base though, so much like the German
one, everyone was basically going through the same thing. Well
because of being this awkward, eccentric, intelligent child I was
given a test to see what classes I needed and I excelled so much
that they put me in the T.A.G (talented and gifted) program.
It's basically for the weird, nerdy, smart kids. Whew. I was
picked on there too. I was excluded from groups, marbles were
thrown, I was pushed off my bike, some kid literally mugged me as
I was walking home and stole my coat from me. I couldn't make
this up if I tried. The only person who was truley my best friend
was this quirky, awkward kid named Andrew. Andrew was this really
really tall kid who was also picked on as bad, maybe even worse
than I was. He was intelligent, like he could literally write
college level essays, hack and repair computers, etc. He was also
into really nerdy things (like I was). We bonded over anything.
You know those little cute stories of kids in little kid love,
that was us. He literally would protect me from the bullies. I
think the top 4 memories I have from him was when we were in
lunch and some kid was throwing rocks at me, and Andrew stood
infront of me and protected me from the rocks. Then we had to
write career papers, and I wrote mine all on being an
Veterinarian...he wrote his on being with me, and supporting me
and being my best friend in whatever I do. The next memory was
when we went on a field trip, and he shoved an acorn up his nose
to make me laugh, but then he sneezed and one shot out of his
nose. xD It was gross to see this long slime of snot but it is
still the funniest thing ever. And the last memory I have is when
we all knew we were leaving, so it was show and tell. I forget
what I brought, but Andrew brought these crystal rocks with
actual crystal from his Dad...and he gave one to me. I still have
it, it's on my desk as I type this. That was truley the best
friend I ever had, and ever WILL have. After 4th grade, I moved
back to Hickville and stayed here permanently. This is when
things escalated. My extended family (Grandmas and Grandpas and
aunts and etc.) all have different personality disroders
(narcisim, controlling, etc.) and they always guilted me into
eating. Well I ate, and ate, and ate. I became fat. I had a pot
belly. Then I cut my hair short, worst. decision. ever. I was
ridiculed for being fat, and speaking in proper English because I
had just came back from "smart kid class." I had girls
pertend to be my friend, and my best friend make fun of
everything I did. It was horrible. 6th grade I started my
goth/emo/scene fase. I dyed my hair (I still dye it), I listened
to 'screamo' (I still kinda do), I wore bondage (it's
all gone), fishnets (I only wear them as leggings now), black
lipstick (never), and so on. Plus, I was fat. I was also in
swimming. A fat 'goth' kid in a bathing suit. Whew. So I
started getting called the goth kid, emo, scene, and told to go
cut myself, go cry, write poetry, listen to my death metal, etc.
I got my locker raided, I got pushed down the steps, and the
school wouldn't do anything about it. 7th grade year was the
worst year for my bullying. I was still going through my fase,
but I was more miserable. I had a controlling online boyfriend
that I stupidly got into, and I was being bullied. Bad. My best
friend told everoyne I was a lesbian, and I tried to do it with
her. Then, Everyday on the bus, Every. Day. I would get punched
in the head, told to go cut myself, pushed into the middle of the
aisles, had my skirt tore off, etc. The worst was when I got on
the bus, waiting for my usual beatings, but they only attacked me
with words. Psychological pain hurts more than any physical pain
can. I was at the lowest point in my bullying. I couldn't get
up from being miserable. I was made out to be worthless, and I
knew I was ugly. I still don't believe I'm pretty, but
whatever. As I'm at this low point in my life, this girl who
was picking on me the worst out of them all, told me to
kill myself
because no one wanted me here anymore. The worst part was, I
believed her. I knew no one would miss me. I was miserable. So I
contimplated it, but I was lucky enough to grow enough balls to
tell my mum "I'm not happy, and I can't figure out
why." So I went to the counselers, and then everything
turned out better. I took karate lessons, and now I'm the
international karate champion. My self-esteem can never be broken
again. (I'm ugly and I'm proud c: ) and I know
better now. I broke it off with the psycho online boyfriend,
stood up to the bullies, and now everyone is afraid of me because
I can kick some serious a**. I'm currently ranked 6th best in
the world for 10-18 girls internaitonal karate fighting in
fighting, and I'm a straight A student again. I'm getting
awards, and scholarships. Everything turns out better. I know you
hate hearing this but, it gets better. There are so many other
bullying stories, but I only wanted to give you the basic
run-down. Just remember, if you ever need ANYONE to talk to, then
you can happily talk to me. I'll always listen.
Thank you so much for reading.