Happier Than Ever

Please note: This story contains reference to suicide.

Hi, my name is Halle. I’m trying to share my story across the U.S. About bullying. Here it is, if you could please share it.

When I was in fifth grade I met a group of girls. All nice and pretty. We started to hang out we each other, sit together at lunch, and talk to each other. We would go to crazy places at night and get home super late. Life was ok with them. We started hanging out with boys too. Just for fun though, nothing big. When the year started to go on, I started to forget my best friends that I had known for a very long time. I wouldn’t even notice them. We started going out more and more and two girls in the group got in fights every now and then causing just a little drama. That was no compare to what happened to all of us that changed our lives. A person had found my number and started texting it anonymously. They would tell me that no one likes me and that they were just pretending to be my friend. They told me that no boy would ever like me. Then it got to a point where they would just tell me to go and kill myself. That I was ugly and fat and that no one had wanted me. And my life at home, my sister was dealing with depression. I knew that I had no one to talk to me.

It was obviously one of the girls texting me because they knew everything we talked about. The girls that we would talk about as we sat in a circle and just talked crap about them. I cried for days. I knew that of course, even though I turned away from my best friends, they came and supported me even after I ignored them. I felt like if they were telling me to die then maybe I should. But then I realized that I was letting this persons words affect me. If I died, I would be throwing away a life would never want to give up. After that, the meanest girl in the group decided to cut the word victim in her arm for attention. I was so angry because I knew how it felt to be truely upset. I saw my sister go through it. I knew she wanted everyone back in the palm of her hand. I didn’t let it happen. I finally decided to go up to the meanest girl in the group. Her name was Natalie.

I told her that I was sorry. I was sorry I yelled at her and called names that I could never take back. That I let myself get caught up in this mess. I told her I was sorry that I had let this wonderful friendship slip through my hands all because of this drama. I told her that most of all, I was sorry that I had put myself in a place i wasn’t happy and I knew it. I told her that we could never be the same friends again. But I’m willing to accept her as she is. That is one thing that truely changed my life. She knew I was right because she gave me a big hug and thanked me. By the end of that year we were all crying. We would have to go to seprate middle schools. Natalie and I plus that whole group was spilt up. The group and Natalie both ended up at the same school while I went to a different school with my two best friends. I knew that this was a terrible year but I would never take a thing back because I wouldn’t be where I am today. I still have two amazing best friends, I’m on a swim team, and I’m happier than ever. Natalie of course is still stuck in one of those groups at her school but I’m happy that that’s not my problem anymore.