When I first moved to Florida everything was fine. But soon I realized I was constantly being bullied. I was in fourth grade and I was being called gay (I'm not. They didn't know anything about me), n****r, or fat f**k (I was chubby). Then in fifth grade I moved to Tampa. I had no problems there. Then in sixth grade we moved back to the old city. Therefore, I saw all the same kids from fourth grade. My sixth grade year was fine. However, seventh was not. I was constantly being picked on. I stood up for myself but it's true what my mom said. "If they see you getting mad and retaliating they will continue." I had several threats. Which I wasn't bothered by. If someone wanted to fight, we could fight. Yet nobody carried out their actions. Eighth grade came and there was the usual. Same people. Maybe more. Who cares? I joined the AVID (Advancement Via Individual Determination) program. I made some great friends. The year went by. Now ninth grade was what worried me. And lets say it was the worst! I met my now best friend. He told me to sit with how group. As everyone would say "The Band Nerds." But it was weird they were the "popular" ones. That were just known. They weren't mean. I had a problem with no one. Until one day. A kid was talking about me. But whatever. I shrugged it off. Then everyone seemed to turn on me. Except my best friend. The group said I was starting drama, hitting a female (which in God's name I would never do!), and being rude. I can agree with being rude. Not to them. And not rude like not having manners. But judging people rude. I had enough over the years where I started doing it. Not as severe but just making fun of people. Well back to the group. They "kicked kicked me out." Yeah because that's how reality work apparently. So I haven't spoken to any of them since. I had more problems. Just high school. But that group put me through hell. I just wanted it to be over! I wanted to make everyone happy. I thought suicide would be the solution. My best friend saved me. Whether he knows it or not. I watched "Bully" tonight. It changed me. Just once? Yes, just once. I feel horrible for the things I have said. And I forgive what has happened to me. I promise to be kind (at my best), and not hurt others. For they may be going through what I went through, or worse.
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