Amazing Kids! Magazine

One to Count On

By Anne Stewart

 

Ever since I was little, I have been bullied; I’ve always had a hard time accepting myself because of this. My mom is a single mother of four, and being the second daughter, I get a lot of hand-me-downs. I live in a school district where many people have nice and expensive things, and so not having many nice things makes me an underdog. People have teased me ever since I was little because of the things I have. This is an important story for me to tell because many people around the world get bullied every day, and not everything should be based on looks or what people have.

In fourth grade a new girl came to my school; she had many friends, and she seemed nice. In the middle of the year, this girl started to make rude comments to me. It was the first time that someone had said mean things to me. I was a kid, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t do anything about it, and eventually, the problem kept progressing. She talked about me behind my back, told lies about me to my friends, and more. She would say things to me like, “You’re annoying,” “You’re ugly,” and “You’re stupid” while I tried to block it out.

While she said those things to me, I would just sit there, taking it in and thinking to myself, “What do I do that makes her think this about me?” I tried to keep the problem to myself because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Every day I went to school, something she did ruined my day.

Soon the problem became physical. I used to sit in the lunch line, and she would push me out of line and take my place. If I tried to get back in line, she would tell the adults, and I would get in trouble for it. She would try to beat me to the last seat at my table every day, so I would have no one to sit with. I tried to reach out to my friends, but they were all friends with this girl, and they didn’t believe that she would do such a thing. This girl had taken everything from me—my pride, my friends, my happiness, everything. I was so hopeless. I felt a little lonely because everyone was turning against me since they thought I was telling lies. Then I told my mom about what had been happening. I came home some days crying, or some days I came home in a bad mood. I asked my mom to not try to deal with it because I wanted to deal with it myself.

The problem kept progressing throughout the year, and every day I felt horrible. Eventually, I hung out with no friends, I wrote in a diary, and I wasn’t happy. Finally, the year was coming to an end, and I was relieved. The last couple weeks were not as bad because the year was ending. Over the summer, I could hang out with my friends, and I was happy. But I knew the whole time that summer would eventually end and I would have to go back to school. As summer was ending, I became sad and scared. It was to the point where I was asking my mom to homeschool me or switch schools. My mom knew this problem was bad because I didn’t want to go back to school. My mom then went to the principal about it. She scheduled a meeting, and I had to go and tell her everything that happened the previous year.

A couple weeks later, we went back to school. One day the girl approached me, and I felt sick to my stomach. All she said when she came up was, “Sorry for being rude last year. I shouldn’t have. So sorry.” I felt a rush of happiness. All of which had made my life so stressful just floated away as if it had never happened. The world froze for a second, and this is when I realized I didn’t have to worry any longer. I went to my friends, who were all fine with me, and we all sat together at lunch. I knew now that this would be a good year and nothing like the last year. “Maybe this school isn’t too bad,” I thought to myself.

This whole situation taught me a life lesson: Life isn’t always wonderful, but you always have people to count on. I now know how important it is to watch what you say to other people because it could rub off the wrong way, and I don’t want anyone to think I’m a rude person. From that day on, I realized that if I saw someone being mean to another person, I would help the person that was in trouble.

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