BRokEN

I’m in 8th grade and there is a boy in my class this year that has been saying horrible things about me and calling me terrible names. He had a relative in my old school so now he’s spreading things that happened in my old school that never even happened. These are things like all my old friends think I’m ugly and gross, even when I’d hung out with them not even a week before this. I’ve been in this school for about two years now and this has been going on for about that much time. I’m not one of those people that has social media, or one of those that spends their time doodling in notebooks (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but I have one close friend and spend my lunches in the school parking lot skateboarding. Anyways, there was one specific day. Friday.
I was in gym when I was hit with a football. I couldn’t feel my right ear for a while but didn’t tell anyone (it was also very red and hurt like hell). This is the fourth time -now a group of boys- has done something to hurt me physically, like throwing dodgeballs and pencils at me- but the pencils stopped after I’d snapped them. There was one girl that was in on it too, but after the football she helped and told me that the ‘leader’ of the group was trying to hit me. I’m being serious right now when I say that he’s going to be paying for my medical bill when I go to the hospital with a broken jaw. A few minutes after the football, one of the other boys hit me in the ass with a dodge ball. They all laughed at me.
They don’t know how that makes a person feel. I felt so humiliated and exposed. This is not okay. And I still had one more class before the weekend. So after I left the girls change room, I ignored everyone. I stared blankly at the ground the whole way to my next class. I didn’t listen to anyone, except for one boy that stopped me before I went into class. He asked me if I was okay and I said I’d be fine, because I try to be even though I wasn’t. During class the group of boys I sat with kept quietly talking then one of them would look at me once in a while. But they’re nice boys so I’m okay with it. Two of the boys I sat with saw me cry on my way home. By the time I got home I was fully crying and had to explain why to my sister who is only under ten.
These boys don’t know what they’re doing to me. I’m afraid of going to math because I can hear the comments from across the room. Afraid of going to gym because of how much it hurt physically and emotionally. I flinch even a day later when someone tosses me a Halloween candy. They don’t know what I feel, especially when this is still continuing and it’s Tuesday. I smile to blink back tears while they play a ‘funny game’. I cry while they laugh about it later. And I write right now while they’re probably sitting in their rooms texting each other about ‘how hilarious that was’. Again, this is not okay. The school’s say they’re “anti-bullying” and all that, but if that was true then there wouldn’t be many stories on this website, would there?