Anyone else ever wanna end their life? {BULLYING}

Please continue reading. This is super important.



Chapter 1


by: vixybear
Hey guys. I've been wanting to make a story about bullying for a while now, but I didn't know when. But now is the time.


Because I was bullied.


I was bullied by some stuck-up, sassy, bitches who think they're better than everyone.

At first, I didn't think it was really bullying. I thought it was just something everyone goes through.

I wasn't physically bullied (lucky them, their shorter than me too xD), but verbally. They made me feel like the worst person in the world.

Like I didn't matter.

They made me feel so bad; I broke down in the middle of class and had to go to the nurse.

Earlier that day, however, one of them had thrown a ball at my in the head (pretty hard) in gym, and they started laughing and giggling. I was going to stand up to them, but I just gave them a look of shock and continued playing.

The class after that, however, the girl who threw the ball at me apologized, but I could tell she didn't mean it because she was smiling. Me being too nice and on the verge of tears, I only said: "It's fine."

I knew at that point, I had to get out of class because the tears would start falling any second. Nor did I feel too great that day.

So when I arrived at the nurse, she was all like: "Hey Skylar." And I smiled and logged in with my lunch number and then she asked what was wrong and blah blah blah and I started crying.

I don't normally cry (especically at school), but I was done with their shit and I couldn't handle it anymore. The tears poured out and I completely broke down, and the nurse came over and hugged me and lead me to a bed to lay down and talk about what was bugging me.

So I explained what had been going on with this group of girls known as the 'Sassy Six'. Gay name, huh? I told the nurse all the girls' names, and she's like, "Oh, I know exactly who those girls all. I see those girls doing that to other people too!" I was a little bit relieved because at least I wasn't the only one being picked on by them.

The nurse ended up telling me that all the things they did were considered bullying and I was extremely shocked because in homeroom our teachers shoved anti-bullying activities down our throats, and I couldn't believe I would be a victim! I always thought I was too nice of a person to get bullied, but I guess everyone's walls get knocked down at one point.

Anyway, I ended up talking to this really important lady in our school who wrote down the names of the girls who bullied me and was going to call them down to her office a few days later.

Afterward, I had to talk to the counselor and explain the situation and what was going on.

Later on the phone when I was talking to my mom, I felt really bad because... well, I felt like I had disappointed her somehow. Like I failed her. I just felt really bad.

Blah blah I ended up skipping school the next day because I was tired, sick, and sort of scared to even go to school.

After the important lady talked to the girls (and the counselor), they ended up denying doing anything (of course), but left me alone for the last week of school. :')

What I'm basically trying to say is, don't bully.

Don't tease.

Don't make fun of.

Don't call names.

Don't push/kick/shove.

Even if you're kidding, don't call names.

Because no matter how much that person smiles, shares a laugh, or seems very happy, they could be dying inside, because you called them that one name.

Words hurt. Sometimes even more than sticks and stones.

If you say one negative thing to a person, they could end up remembering it forever.

Throw around kind words, not insults.

Just, please. Be nicer.

Be the change in the world you want to see.



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