In life, there will always be people that just don't like you. You don't know why but somehow, they really try to find a way to make your life miserable. Nobody deserves to be hated but it's just how people deal with their own situations. They have such awful situations that they use hatred towards other people to make themselves feel better. "Hurt people hurt people". I've heard that saying a million times and it's true. I'm sure most people have been bullied at least once in their lifetime. If you haven't, then good for you. I've definitely been bullied and it was not a fun experience at all.
Middle school was one of the worst experiences of my life. I never thought I would hate a type of school so much. I was excited to go to middle school but after I experienced how awful it is, I would never go back. Sixth grade was the start of the bullying. I became "friends" with this girl in most of my classes and she was cool... but only on certain days. On the other days, she was completely two-faced (a.k.a. she was nice to my face but talked about me in a negative way to her other friends.) I guess she was jealous of the fact that her "BFF" was my friend too and she didn't like it one bit. She wanted all the attention. She called me "ugly" and she said I was annoying and she also told me that nobody liked me to my face. I was really hurt by her words, and I never wanted to go to school because she was there most of the time anyway. I never looked forward to going to school, but I always looked forward to finishing this grade and starting over.
Seventh grade was looking up for me or so I thought. I made some new friends, and I even had my first boyfriend in seventh grade. One of my new friends was in my homeroom and we always laughed and talked about everything. I finally felt like I actually fit in somewhere. One day, I needed something for school that I didn't have and I didn't feel like asking the teacher for one (I was very shy), so I took my friend's to borrow without her knowing. She found out eventually that I took it and she stopped talking to me. I thought it wouldn't get any more severe than that but I was wrong. I heard people asking me if I liked girls after this incident happened. I was questioning everyone as to why they were asking and I realized that this "friend" started a rumor that I was a lesbian and liked girls. Over something as simple as taking something small from her to borrow? I was appalled by this. I know I should've asked her to borrow it but I didn't. She didn't have to go the extra mile and tell everyone something that wasn't true. No, I'm not a lesbian and my true friends knew that even if other people didn't believe it. I couldn't wait to get into eighth grade and try one more time to make the best of my last year in middle school.
Eighth grade was the best of the three years I was in middle school. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either. I made, even more, friends and I only saw the two ex-friends I had once seen every day. The rumor was still going around, but it started to vanish after a while. I didn't really date any guys but one guy asked me to prom and even though I said no, I was still flattered. I went to prom with my friends instead. After middle school, I was so happy to start over and get away from the drama and bullying.
I'm 19, almost 20, as I'm writing this and I feel very content with my life. I'm in college and I have a job where I made amazing new friends that don't bully me no matter what. How I dealt with the bullying is simple: I actually thought to myself: "These girls are so bored and miserable with their lives that they need something to do to get their mind off their problems". They used me as their "target to happiness". They tore me down to lift themselves up. I actually found myself with the help of God, my family, and my new friends that I've made. I even use makeup to make my features shine through and show how good I feel after I made it through the bullying. If someone talks about me or yells at me, I have learned to deal with it in a mature fashion. If you are being bullied, tell someone, and know that it does get better. Take it from me: a shy girl who learned that it doesn't last forever and it does get better if you believe it will.
