To Be a Victim

I live near the are where the Franklin Regional stabbings happened. I feel for the kids who were hurt and their families. But I also feel kind of bad for the boy who did it. Since I was once bullied myself, I got the idea to write about certain situations I and many of friends went through or just random incidents. The consequences are great if a bullying situation is not handled properly. Please if you see someone being bullied, in or out of school, tell someone!


2. Experiencing It

It is awful to be a victim of a bully. I should know, I was a victim once myself.

It was Third grade. I remember it being warm so it was around April into May. I was very naive and never understood bullying. During those seminars I wouldn't pay close attention so when I was picked on, I didn't know how to react.

It was after a long school day and a pretty much boring bus ride home. I was sitting near the front and the bully, a fourth grader, was closer toward the back. As the bus neared my stop I waved to my mom who waited at the corner for me. I admit it was a little odd to others but you don't know how loving my mother is. 

Anyways I start to get up when I hear someone yelling at me. I turned to see who it was. It was a boy that I knew from the fourth grade. He was a pretty big kid, even taller than me! 

"What a loser! That girl in the yellow waves to her mommy! Dork!" 

Seeing that only my mother was at the stop, I knew he was talking to me. I was terrified and ran off the bus. When I looked back up the kid was waving to me and laughing evilly like a storybook villain. My mother asked me what that was about and I told her.

I told her it wasn't a big deal, it'll pass over soon if not tomorrow. My mother was reluctant but she agreed not to try anything. 

I was sadly mistaken.

The kid continued to laugh at me for about a week. What made me angry is that the bus driver heard all of if and did nothing about it! It was an absolute shame. 

For a good bit I didn't wave to my mother when I came home. I just pretended to be doing something. It wasn't until I broke out into tears during the middle of class that I did something about it. 

I went to the lady I considered my second mother, my art teacher and told her all about the kid. Boy was he in so much trouble! I remember him telling me it was all my fault that he had detention for the rest of the year. Then I feel proud for telling him, "Well, doesn't that really suck for you. Maybe you should start waving those recess games 'goodbye'!" 

I wish I would have done something sooner. Even though I was just bullied on how I waved, it was how he laughed at me. He made me feel like crap. What started out slow made me rethink myself. I blame him for the reason why I'm very self-conscious in public. Ask my friends, I don't often talk to others at social events.

I also realize if that went on longer, I don't know if I would be here writing stories. This makes me realize bullying is serious no matter how boring your health teacher makes it.

Remember to report bullying if you see it. Please comment!

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