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  • - Iris


    The first time I was bullied was my first day of Kindergarten. I was new to the elementary school, unlike those who came from PreK. I really wanted friends, but my overall goal at that school was to make as many people as I could smile. I loved seeing the smiles on people’s faces. So, I joined in a conversation with two boys. I didn’t really understand the term ‘dumpster-diving’ at the time…but I wanted to go along. So when Boy1 said, “Do you dumpster-dive or something?” I said “Yeah, all the time! Maybe we could do it together?” I was really confused when they laughed. I thought it was some sport…Then they started calling me ‘dumpster-girl’. Throughout my elementary years, nobody talked to me. I suffered from ADHD, so the teachers sent me to the office every day after doing nothing wrong. I was bullied by my teachers as well as the students. I started having fits of anger from being torn apart, and mental breakdowns by the 3rd grade. GirlGroup daily shoved me, hit me, pulled at my hair. They called me names, and even once pushed be into a ditch and made me stay. They said I belonged there, and shoved me into the fence. Boy1 and Boy2 were part of BoyGroup…Daily, they poked at me and pushed me. BoyGroup2 would call me pretty, and try to get me to do things saying it would make the others leave me alone. They touched me, and once pulled my pants down at recess. Boy3 would follow me to the bathroom, and shove me into the wall. He would demand me to take off my clothes while he watched. I never wanted to do any of this. The nicknames got worse. “Loser” “Ugly” “Slut” “Whore” “Shut up, nobody cares what you think.” “School would be better without you in it” “Leave and never come back”. It wasn’t until the 6th grade that they would flat out tell me to kill myself. They made it personal, and said gruesome things like “Why don’t you just go jump off a cliff? Nobody would care if you were gone, you’re just worthless anyways. A waste of space, slut.” I started getting detention and skipping class. People started calling me “Anorexic” because I was too afraid to get lunch or breakfast. I just sat in the library. One day I broke. I screamed at Boy2, and threw things at him. I told him of the depression he and the others sent me through, and just basically exploded. They stopped talking to me altogether when we hit high school, but they still look at me and make comments among themselves. They judge me just so I know they do, but never directly abuse me. I have some good friends now, that have my back. Occasionally something will be thrown at me, or a snarky remark will be made, but my friends have my back.