Don’t Cry

When I was in middle school, this group of girls would always talk about me. I never even knew why, but one day, I went up to them and asked why they did. They didn’t respond, so I went to get help from my friend. My friend didn’t talk to me, or even look at me. Turns out, those girls spread a rumor about me, the rumor was that I had said something about all my friends, and ever since then, none of those friends have ever talked to me. Every time something like this happened to me, I just didn’t speak. The more I spoke, the more rumors spread. I then had my parents cyber-school me. But then, I was cyber bullied. They left rude and disgusting comments on my pictures and videos. I then decided to delete my social media apps. After that, I thought it was over, but it wasn’t. My parents decided that I was ready to go back to school, and that was a big mistake. By then, the group of girls were well known throughout the entire school, and if you spoke up, or even said anything about them, you were bullied from that day on. But I was done with them, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was just to hard. I had to do something. I went up to them and told them to stop. And to think about what they’re saying. I was sent to the school consular to talk about my "Problems With Being Social" And by then, I just didn’t care, I ignored everybody, I was alone, and nobody helped, or even saw me when I needed them the most. I never told my parents, or brothers, or sisters, I just kept it to myself, and never spoke.
Because The Only Thing That Could Be Said, Was Help.