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-sapherequeen- said:
I've been bullied for almost as long as I could remember. When I was around..maybe four-years-old? I'm not sure how old I was exactly, but I was at a dia care center, and I remember being trapped in this play house por the other children. They pressed themselves against the door and windows chanting, "Baby, baby, baby" over and over in a sing-song voice. I was pretty much called 'baby' all the time there, but this incident I remember specifically. First grade to fourth, the kids always picked on me because I was different. I was on the swings every dia the entire recess, I was dreamy in class, I was hyperactive, I liked being around people so sometimes I would follow a group of kids around and try to play with them, things like that. They either got annoyed with me and told me to go away, laughed at me, or other things. por fifth grade, things happened inside and outside school. Outside I was called "Swinger Girl" because I liked being on the swings, listening to my music. It was just my thing, you know? Well, I'd have a group of boys come over and pick on me all of the time. There were times when I said things back, but in the end I'd just end up having to go to different parks. I also had two boys throw stones at me after getting off the bus because I was playing a flute. I think the scar I always had is still there, not really sure... In school, I lost a friend because there was a rumor about him liking me, and one friend of his blamed it on me. This resulted in my getting picked on about a lazy eye I had during the summer when we were all at a dia Camp. Sixth grade, picked on during the bus ride início por three girls. It was the usual thing; You're ugly, you're weird, you're a black turd, you're a freak. Seventh; Picked on por this one girl until I finally cracked, then the whole class sided with her and turned against me. I was ignored por the majority for about...three to seven weeks? Eighth: I'll admit, I became a bully at that point. I wasn't as bad as you hear in most stories. On scales from 1-10, I'd give it a 5. I went too far with some jokes about my friends and didn't know how they affected others. Ninth: The same thing...I went too far with jokes about a boy named Duffy. Everyone disliked him, and I can't say he was a complete victim( He cheated on my best friend twice with another girl and was nonchalant about it), but what I did was still wrong and I know that. Now I'm in tenth grade. So, I was basically on both sides of the spectrum; I was bullied, and I bullied a bit myself. Not too happy about being on either sides. :/
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