It went on for months but I never had the courage to speak up about it because, I felt that no one could help me. The bullying was getting worse so I felt it was time to stand up for myself. I stood up to the bully and she felt threaten that 's when trouble came aboard. She wanted to fight me, and at this point I knew I couldn 't fight at school because I would get in trouble. She kept teasing me, pushing me, and I would tell her to stop but it wasn’t helping.
He said he was sorry but I knew, for sure, he definitely didn’t mean it. I wasn’t trying to frighten him but I could see on his face the regret of asking such a stupid question. I hope it was good to teach him this lesson, one that I should never have to teach him again. I just wanted to shout so loud that the next door neighbours could hear it. I knew my face had gone bright red, it was as red as the tulips.
From that day on, I didn’t let the fear of loneliness or bullying make me tolerate bad behavior. I distant myself from the toxic people in my life, I learned to stand up for myself when needed. I ended communication with so many individuals, leaving the few that really matter. Although, I still dislike confrontation I am not letting my fear get in the way and I defend myself. However, given the fact what I went through, violent force is never the option for me, instead I use the power of words, irony and the ignorance of the person in front of
“You will always be my best friend,” words that seemed so unbreakable at the time. Middle of my freshman year, and I sat in history, right next to my so-called “best friend” not saying a word. People always say that your friends in high school change, but I certainly did not think that would come true my freshman year. Everything happened so suddenly, one week we were hanging out, and the next, we were trying to avoid eye contact in the hallway. I understood that friends fight, and we had fought several times, but this one had a different vibe to it, I could tell things were changing.
Now don’t get me wrong, I did have a good high school experience; however this isn’t about the good times I had. I want to tell you a story about something else. A real life lesson that I learned in school, something truly beneficial to my future. My senior year of high school taught me many things, however nothing compared to what I learned when I hit rock bottom that year. My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before.
This girl literally hates me so she tried to do anything to get me in trouble. Everything was blamed on me, she would yell at me until I cried, she broke down my self-esteem, I wasn’t allowed to do anything in the classroom, I had to ask permission to do everything, etc. I got to a point where I hated my job and I was constantly having anxiety attacks at work and was extremely depressed. I talked about it once to my boss and of course, she denied everything and I had no proof so I was at a loss. After that, I was punished by her and she was even more nasty to me.
Slower than the last two times, I managed to get up from my feet as I sluggishly shuffled back over to get in line. My coach stared at me. His eyes were dark and upset. As I approached the back of the line, he called me over to him to talk to him in “private.” I trudged over to him to see what he had to say. What he said to me was extremely embarrassing at the least.
“You will always be my best friend,” words that seem so unbreakable at the time. Middle of my freshman year, and I sit in history, right next to my so-called “best friend” not saying a word. People always say that your friends in high school change, but I certainly did not think that would come true my freshman year. Everything happened so suddenly, one week we were hanging out, and the next, we were trying to avoid eye contact in the hallway. I understand that friends fight, and we have fought several times, but this one had a different vibe to it, I could tell things were changing.
The problems that came with having bad friends extended into my family and created fights at home. As time passed, I understood that my friends were dragging me in their misguided actions. I realized it wasn 't in my nature to be defiant and reckless. I 'm not regretful of leaving my friends, the negativity they were bringing into my life was not worth the fun times we had. Going against my conscience I chose to leave my friends in hopes of a better life.