Bully Aware

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If you get bullied, you are not alone. I have been a victim of bullying and so have many others. This is my story of how I've been bullied in life.

 Up until Year 4, I had never been bullied before.  But thats when it started - Year 4.  I don't really remember much. But I remember that it was my best friends who started bullying me. One day at play time they decided they didn't like me anymore. They wouldn't let me play with them and they started hitting me. And, like I said, I don't really remember much. But I do remember that there was one friend who stuck by me the whole time. Eventually the teacher found out about the bullying so we all had to go to the head teacher's office. She talked to us and then they had to apoligize and we were told to become friends again. And we did. But then it happened a second time later that year so the same thing happened. Only this time we didn't really want to be friends again. I didn't want to go through it all again. But one of the bullies told our teacher and me and my one and only friend got punished. For? For not wanting to go through that bullying again. And it is my own choice who I am friends with. But I have realised that in not being friends after they had apoligized, I was no better than a bully myself. I was, in a way, excluding them. So I decided to make friends with them again. And we have been friends since then.

 But then in Year 5 when I moved to Middle School I was occasionally bullied. On my way home from school one day someone in the year above me punched me. I told a teacher and he never came near me again. And again, on my way home a different time, someone stole one of my Doctor Who cards and splashed me with water from his water bottle. I told a teacher and I got my card straight back. And there was the time when probably one of the most evil people in the school decided he was gonna stick me up against a fence, punch me, and then, finally, threaten to kill me if I told anyone. So what did I do?

I'll give you three guesses...

I went straight to the reception office and told the headmaster! Am I suicidal? Nope. I'm just wise. The reason he threatened me was because he was scared. He was scared that someone would find out and he would get into trouble. And in trouble he was. Deeep trouble! Never looked at me again. And finally, there was the time I got a drum stuck in my head. Yeah, you read it right. I got a drum stuck in my head. There is this really aggresive guy who just goes mad over nothing. One day it was a wet lunchtime (It was raining outside so we had to stay indoors in our classroom) so the idiot decided to pin me down on the ground. He found it quite funny (although I didn't) until he knocked a drum off the stage and a piece of metal on the drum went into my head! That was when I found it funny and he just turned into a nervous wreck. I walked down the reception office where I was treated like I had just been shot. They rushed me in to examine my head. The wiped up the blood and checked that it was ok while the person who had done it was standing at the door, extremely worried, his voice was shaky, saying things like "Is he ok?" and "Oh no!" and the reason he was so worried was because he knew that he was in deep trouble. The guy had just put a drum in my head! Well, we get on ok now. Thank God for that! It could have been worse than a drum if there was a next time but we are friends now so hopefully there won't be a next time. 

 In Year 6, I was bullied a little bit by the drum guy. I got so upset and angry at him bullying me that I asked him to fight me at the end of school. But I have never kicked or punched anybody before. Well, I hadn't until then. I hate violence. I only challenged him because I thought he would be too scared and he would back off and leave me alone. But he didn't. He waited for me at the school gate and told me to hit him. He knew I wouldn't. So I didn't and he started punching me. My 'best friend since we were 3 years old' didn't help in any way, he just stood there watching and complaining that he had to get home (we walked home together). So I gave the bully a tiny kick which he probably didn't even feel. I wish I had kicked him harder now. And then I walked off. The next day, some guy in my class told the teacher we had been 'fighting'. Bit of a one-sided fight. So I, yes, I  got into trouble. So our teacher tried to sort it out with us at break but he kept saying he had done nothing so we got sent to our head of year. We had to make up. Friends now.

 And this year: Well, I haven't really had the best start of the year. There was this ex-ginger guy who dyed his hair blond throwing stuff at me. I told my mum and she told me to call him carrot top. I have nothing against gingers, I really don't, but I decided that as a bully, he needed to have a taste of his own medicine. So I called him carrot top and he turned into an atomic bomb (an exploding one!). He attacked me. I didn't want to fight back so I put my arm up to defend myself. He was swinging his head about in his frenzy and he hit my arm when he was trying to hit me. He says he chipped a tooth. Serves him right. And at lunch time that day, first he called a nerd (really clever) then he said I was so thick I would walk into the middle of the road and get hit by a car. I think I know who the thick one was.

So, I've learned from experience that telling someone helps, so I hope you don't need to learn from experience liek I did.