Every year I've been bullied. Always by someone new. Although there have been a few people who continued to do it for years, and years, and years. There was always a new person who wanted to pick on me. My first bully threw a chair at me in the second grade. He also broke my hand on the playground. He called me fat and told me that I was ugly. I had a best friend there for me, but then he moved away. In third grade, the same boy kept antagonizing me and wouldn't leave me alone. Then I itched my nose wrong one day and a bunch of girls spread rumors that I picked my nose and ate my boogers. In the fourth grade, I started developing issues with my eye sight. I had to start sitting in the front of the room because my eyesight was so bad that I could barely see from the middle or back. Kids started calling me a teachers pet, saying that I only sat up there because I was trying to be better than everyone else. Two days after that, a little girl brought in dandelions after recess. We had a dandelion field behind our school that we all could play in. Except me. See, I was allergic to dandelions, being near them put me into anaphylactic shock. This little girl knew that. The only reason she really knew was because she lived across the street from my grandmas house. A few years later, the little girl will proceed to throw a block of ice at my face and break a priceless family heirloom of mine. She was my number one antagonist for 3-4 years.
After that, intermediate school came. I was bullied there because I was at this awkward stage where I hadn't lost a lot of my baby fat. Girls called me ugly, told me I was fat every day. This lead me to stop eating lunch. I liked a boy for a long time. He called me a freak because I liked him. He told me that never in a million years would he ever like me. He was wrong because we dated in the 7th grade. 8 months too.
After intermediate school, I was in the dreaded middle school. Where just about everyone is awkward unless you're a cheerleader or a football player. Here, I did okay for a few months. Until I started dating this one boy. His girlfriend transferred back into our school and all hell broke loose. She wrote me a note where she called me a heffer and told me to go eat a few more quarter-pounders. Not long after that, the boy broke up with me because I wouldn't have sex with him. This was 8th grade year, mind you. The girl still antagonized me after that, and all my friends ditched me. Both my parents were getting remarried and I felt left behind. I had no one to turn to with my suicidal tendencies. I started cutting myself and attempted suicide right before my Freshman year of High School. I thought High School was supposed to be a cool time, right? Wrong.
I started High School with this girl constantly bothering me. Anytime I saw her in the hallways she would say to her friends, "Do I smell catfish? Oh its you! Close your legs you whore." Sometimes whore would be substituted with slut. She got sent to the academy a year later, that's a place for people who are on track to drop out at our school. During my Freshman year, I started dating a boy that I would go on to date for two years. He had a crazy ex-girlfriend that would call me names. She always told me that I "stole her boyfriend" even though they had been broken up for almost two months before we started dating. She would tell her friends (that also knew me) that I was a bitch and that I ruined her life. Although I did nothing close to that. She finally graduated, but still hassled him and I with her burdens. She threw rocks at his car and threw a sweatshirt that was his at his window. She wouldn't leave either of us alone on social media, and she even got her sisters in on it. She finally got a boyfriend and has left us alone.
Sophomore to senior year (present) I have had one bully that won't leave me alone intellectually. He always thinks he is better than me and tells me it all the time. He tells me that everything I say is wrong and calls me stupid on a daily basis.
Now, I play the waiting game.
Who is going to bully me next?