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  • - Liz


    I have practically been tortured all year. Words….and actions have occupied my life. Every night I would try to figure out a way to change the events that happened into something fun and drama free. But then I would always think of the bad things that happened. There was more than one particular person involved with torturing me. Actually, there were 7 people to be exact. But there were two of them that I had fights with almost every single day. Those two people were the worst. They would verbally attack me, like saying, “Why don’t you go out with him? You’ve gone out with stupid boys before right?”. One of them would pretend to be my friend and ignore the other girl, but then the next day she would go over and hang out with her like they were best friends. There was an incident with some text messages in January where the two girls called me gay, told me to jump off a ledge, called me a retard and stupid, and insulted my boyfriend. A few days later I got some adults involved and it was peaceful for the moment. Then, in May when our grade was going to our community park for our TAKS scores, something bigger happened. One of the two girls was supposedly my “friend” then and these other people, (the other 5) they were taunting me and they even tried to spit on me. Then the other girl of the two tried to kick me, and she barely missed my face. I could actually feel the air from her foot when she did it. And she also gave me the middle finger too. The next day I told the assistant principal and the principal what had happened, but they didn’t do anything. I saw the people that tortured me at the community park playing at recess, and my “friend” was my enemy again.