It might of been a short time, but a painful time. My story is about ganging up on others.
The whole class has always hated me, since I was the goodie-two-shoe that got everyone in trouble. I couldn’t help it. When my friends and I were about to split in half, we were fighting every day for weeks. And at the breaking point, things got worse.
Queen B of my class, Denise, set up a truth or dare game and dared a boy to laugh around and say to me “You’re the coolest”. I wanted to yell, and even scream, and everyone laughed at me because they thought I fell for it. Before I knew it, I was down to only two friends. Denise felt the need to laugh at me. My braided hair, my glasses, the fact that I didn’t bow down and kiss her feet. I was bawling my eyes out at the kitchen table after a hard few weeks, when my 19 year old sister came up to me. She said she would talk to my parents for me. And eventually, I talked to my teacher. Even though I thought it wasn’t enough that they hadn’t gotten in trouble, it was enough that they never did anything else like that again. I just needed everyone around me to shake my shoulders and say “Speak up”.
Always speak up, and look out for everyone. Don’t stand on the side-lines.