Personal Narrative: Bullying In Middle School

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Back then during middle school, I was one of those kids who just didn't get along with anybody, I was always alone and was pretty much bullied by other kids who thought they were better than me in every way imaginable. Sometimes people are cruel and they still are, but that doesn't mean you return the feeling otherwise your no better than the people who did it to you. It was during lunch that a boy came up to me and starting calling me names, just like any other day. It went on like this for a while until I ended up telling one of my teachers that he was doing this and that this had been happening to me for some time with other students because of how i looked or who I was hanging out with. All of this started in elementary school during 3rd grade, but it just got worse from there and that's where …show more content…
As time went by the bullying from him stopped, probably because the teacher told him to knock it off which i can't complain it was nice not to be picked on, but I just felt bad because I'm not usually that kid who ends up telling on the other kids for things like that. The year went on for a while as he did act up a few times with me, but they began to subside the more the year ended up progressing, and i guess it was nice but I always kept feeling bad when I saw him because I always thought of how I did the right thing for myself, but it just got him into more trouble than he would have if i didn't do anything. Close to the end of the school year I started to ignore him whenever he walked by because I couldn't stop feeling bad over myself for doing this to him, but also because I felt as if I did look at him, I wouldn't get away with it so easily as I had been

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