Stories

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==My Story of Being Bullying - Anonymous ==
How do you feel when you get beaten down. That's right, alone, cold, scared. No one to come and pick you up back to your feet. Nobody for you to talk to without another punch or kick, insult. They come in slow-motion for you, like they want the moment to last. And when you're down, they won't stop. It spirals in your head, over and over again.
There was this kid in my third grade class. Let's call him Mark, that's not his real name, but anywho. I had just lost my father and older brother to a rapid fire. Only my mom, my twin brother, and I had survived. My twin brother, Lukas was his real name. I felt alone. No one went anywhere near me. They avoided me at all costs.
When I told them I was a Disney Fan, they laughed, saying how stupid I was for staying up all night to memorize stupid Disney quotes and facts. At first I shrugged it off, but then I realized something. Something different. My brother no longer talked to me and ignored me in the hall. He didn't sit with me at lunch, but with his friends who bullied me.
At at first it was verbal, something I could handle very well, until I reached seventh grade, and everything changed. I remember it just like yesterday. Lukas, my very own brother, punched me, just to prove his worth to his friends.
I thought it was a joke. But when I looked back up to my brother, I saw a flash of guilt, and right then, I knew that he didn't want to be dragged down. Even if I was his sister. Day after day, I received punch after punch. Until one day I stumbled upon The Good Girl's Bad Boys.
As I read the story, I knew I could easily relate, especially about people not choosing to socialize with me. Until like magic, I met someone just like me. With a past of scars. He helped me get through it. He did his best.
In eight grade we were put in different classes, not one class was the same, and we were torn apart. He met new friends and forgot all about me. Remember Mark? The dude in my third grade class? Yeah. He was in my most of my classes. Right then I felt like being like Jordan and changing my schedule, but I knew I couldn't.
I felt so useless. So alone. I felt like all the life had been sucked out of me. And there was nothing I could do. That was until I stumbled upon a new exchange student named Ellie. People teased her for her childish name but I thought it was a nice name. I told her, this is how the conversation went.
"Uh, hey. My name's Crystal. You might know me from a class or two. I just came over to tell you that you have a nice name." As I finished the last sentence she stop mid-chew.
"Thanks. Crystal's a pretty nice name too by the way." She smiled at me weakly.
"It was nice meeting you Ellie. I was wondering if I could sit with you for lunch today? I don't usually eat lunch, so I don't have a table or anything." I fiddled with my fingers, like I always did when I was nervous.
"Sure." She said moving her bag out of them empty seat on her right and moving it to her left. I was surprised by the response, I'll admit that, but still took the seat next to her.
And that was the start of a new friendship.
I was still bullied, and upto this day in ninth grade I still am, but Ellie and I have become inseparable. We learned from Rubix's book that we don't stop bullying.
We survive it.
So thank you Rubix, really, for everything. Without your book I doubt I would've survived. And I thank you for that.
This is my story, what's your's?
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