All kids at some point are bullied, abused physically or mentally, but not always by family and friends. When I was young I was bullied a lot and I felt hopeless and only wanted it to stop. It never stopped, even when I moved to a new home. I always wondered if there was something wrong with me or that it was my fault and that I should just take it.
One Saturday afternoon I am at the cul de sac in my Grandma’s neighborhood and happily riding around on my bike when I see my bullies come down their driveway. The bullies were a girl and her older brother, they only saw me as their punching bag. The walked over to me at a slow intimidating pace, I could hear the soft crunching of the gravel beneath their feet. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t …show more content…
Never mind, do NOT got over to the cul de sac again, you hear me?”
I never went down there again, but they always came after me on my street anyways. I had a best friend that would close me in her garage so that the bullies couldn’t get to me. I decided from that moment on I don't want to live in fear again.
The next time I was riding my bike around the neighborhood I saw from my peripheral vision: the bully. It was only the girl this time, but she was a lot more hurtful than the older brother. I ignored her taunts and attempts to revoke a response from me, she started to get angry and tripped my bike. This time I got up and stood my ground. I stood up and said with a loud confidence voice, “ What is your deal with my huh? I have never done anything wrong, but you insist on hurting me almost every day. I’m done being your punching bag, I have tried to be friends with you to stop your bullying, but you always hurt me instead. So I’m going to tell you right now: Enough is enough.”
She was stunned, but not enough without a saying some stupid retort. “Oh yeah, well I guess I won’t be able to physically hurt you, but I will make sure I …show more content…
I met my stepdad’s kids who seemed nice and I finally thought I would get to have siblings who would like and play with me. I met my best friend of 7 years at the new school in Coronado who didn’t care if I had quirks or that I loved to play video games. He accepted me for who I was. He helped me when time were rough, when I was being bullied at the new school and at home. When I got home I wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen, not one bit. I was use to the sudden yelling of my stepbrother and stepsister saying that me and my mom don’t belong here and that they want us all to die, but the next time my step brother took it to a whole new
One Saturday afternoon I am at the cul de sac in my Grandma’s neighborhood and happily riding around on my bike when I see my bullies come down their driveway. The bullies were a girl and her older brother, they only saw me as their punching bag. The walked over to me at a slow intimidating pace, I could hear the soft crunching of the gravel beneath their feet. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t …show more content…
Never mind, do NOT got over to the cul de sac again, you hear me?”
I never went down there again, but they always came after me on my street anyways. I had a best friend that would close me in her garage so that the bullies couldn’t get to me. I decided from that moment on I don't want to live in fear again.
The next time I was riding my bike around the neighborhood I saw from my peripheral vision: the bully. It was only the girl this time, but she was a lot more hurtful than the older brother. I ignored her taunts and attempts to revoke a response from me, she started to get angry and tripped my bike. This time I got up and stood my ground. I stood up and said with a loud confidence voice, “ What is your deal with my huh? I have never done anything wrong, but you insist on hurting me almost every day. I’m done being your punching bag, I have tried to be friends with you to stop your bullying, but you always hurt me instead. So I’m going to tell you right now: Enough is enough.”
She was stunned, but not enough without a saying some stupid retort. “Oh yeah, well I guess I won’t be able to physically hurt you, but I will make sure I …show more content…
I met my stepdad’s kids who seemed nice and I finally thought I would get to have siblings who would like and play with me. I met my best friend of 7 years at the new school in Coronado who didn’t care if I had quirks or that I loved to play video games. He accepted me for who I was. He helped me when time were rough, when I was being bullied at the new school and at home. When I got home I wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen, not one bit. I was use to the sudden yelling of my stepbrother and stepsister saying that me and my mom don’t belong here and that they want us all to die, but the next time my step brother took it to a whole new