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  • - Cindy


    I get bullied. I’m going into 10th grade and I’ve been bullied since Kindergarten. All of my bullies have been guys, actually. In Kindergarten-Second grade, I got bullied by three guys, two of them were two years older then me, and one of them was one year older then me. They loved to chase me around the playground, steal my shoes and make me chase after them to get my shoes back on wood chips on the playground, whenever I jump roped one of the bullies that were two years older then me would always step on my jump rope at the exact right time so it’d hurt me without affecting him. They also tied me up to a fence. Then, in 3rd-5th grade, I only really got picked on a lot by a lot of people.
    in 6th grade, I had a psycho ex boyfriend that followed me at every dance and he treated me like crap, and he said to me “I’m gonna f*ck you up!” during one of our dances. Then in 7th grade I had to deal with his friend, who kept messing around with my keyboard because I had to sit by him. Then in 8th grade I was in a totally different school and I was bullied by 6 people. A hurtful thing that one of them said was, “Hey, do you have any friends?” I answered “…yeah…” as if it were obvious, because he’s seen me with my friends before, and he smirked, looked into my eyes, and simply said, “I don’t believe you.” and then I got a death threat at the end of 8th grade by another guy by text.
    Then, in 9th grade, two of them stopped, and one of the two actually started being nice to me in the middle of the year, and I had to tell on the other one for him to stop being mean to me. Though, only really one of the 6 bothered me every day in 9th grade. The meanest one of the bunch, the one who asked me if I had any friends. He still bossed me around, but he didn’t kick things at me like in 8th grade. He still talked behind my back, but he did throw in some new things. Like he had this nice act, he ran up to me while we were walking home and he said “Hey Cindy!” and I looked away and didn’t say anything, and he all of a sudden got all mean and said, “Fine, be a b*tch and don’t talk to me.” in a really mean and cold voice. As soon as I said hi back to him, he got all happy go lucky again. He also has this fake personality he puts up. He was talking to one of his friends, and she was also my kind of friend, he kept telling her how it’s not cool to be mean to people, but whenever he looked at me, he’d give me a really mean look. The last thing he did to me in 9th grade, and since I last saw him, was, he mocked me, he mocked my words and actions while I was really excited. I’m not looking forward to 10th grade