Bullied

I was bullyed as a kid, from 5 to 11. I lived in a small town so things got around fast. Kids were afraid of being my friend do to getting bullied themselves. I would be in my room asking myself why and crying, I was scared of going to like the park. All share one of my stories. I visited a girl’s house for fun. The day after she said my bully visted and asked if she was my friend and then guess what she said to my bully no I am not a friend of Spencer I was so mad. But a few years ago I found out why my bully was a bully it was that of jealousy, I forgave my bully so I could move on but all still have a scar. It was hard but in the end I learned compassion for others. Don’t forget that if you are

being bullyed it will end and people like me and others are there for you.