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  • - Lauren


    Ok so I am only 14 and just started getting bullied last year by mainly the same girl every time. I am now in eighth an ever since last year, she has just been so mean. She hits me, punches me, pushes me, embarrasses me, and insults me, and I am afraid it will get worse. Last quarter, I had to sit by her in English. I was afraid of going to that class every day. (It was the last class of the day) in front of EVERYONE she would pinch me hit; me in the stomach, shove dirty tissues in my face, pulled my hair kicked me, and said mean things to me. And she would just laugh. So, I did too… Because for some reason I am just afraid of standing up for myself to her, but now I think I really need to. So, three days ago, it was Science Fair. Everyone had to sit on a chair with our backboards, which described our project, and be judged by people. It started out with her calling my board ugly and telling me it wasn’t possible to win because mine was stupid. Then she told me my charm bracelet, that my grandma gave to me, was the “ugliest charm bracelet she had ever seen” which actually made me tear up, but thank God, she didn’t notice. Then the worst happened. She had a thumbtack on her board and decided it would be fun to poke me it. She carried it on and I just pretended it didn’t bother me, of course is didn’t stand up for myself. She then brought it up to another level. She STABBED me with it, with a “did that hurt?” And I said yes, obviously. She did it again so I stabbed her back with a pen, so she said “ok sorry I will stop if you do.” So I said ok. But THEN she did it again. Just before I could do it back to her the teacher caught me and said, “Lauren you have silent lunch. I HAD SILENT LUNCH BECAUSE Of HER. So, after all that it was finally over. Where stabbed me hurt so bad, and when I got home, I took off my shirt and looked and my arm where she stabbed me, and I had a bunch of little red dots. I cried all night. I am just tired of her and I am scared her bullying will get worse. What should I do?