Bully - Task
There were multiple times I’ve been bullied. Back to back, day after day, in every shape and form. After moving from Scotland at the tender age of 12, I was faced with jumping into a new type of lifestyle, well a whole new culture I suppose. I had to leave all my other friends behind and make some new ones. I was of course frightened since it took years to make friends back at home. There were a few years I wish I could get back where I did nothing but sink into a depression about not having my mother around. The rest of middle school was lonely, same with the first two years of high school. At that point my father forced me into picking my head up, to try to find myself and do something with my life.
I started my junior year making friends, my first was Rian Dawson, my neighbor at the time. I was the typical nerdy girl, one with a snaggle tooth, awful I tell you. Rian stuck with me until I moved after graduation to pursue my modeling which would have never happened if my father didn’t motivate me. I found him sticking up for me whenever I was shoved in the hall, mouthed off to, or simply given dirty looks. Not a day went by where I was either picked on for what I decided to wear, or how I did my hair. Who knew being different and standing out was so awful? It wasn’t until senior year, I decided to put my foot down and let those bullies know I wouldn’t continue to take their shit.
I regret a couple of times where I now admit I was playing the part of a bully. Multiple times I realized I had let everything get to me. My senior year I had a couple new friends who stood with me against the awful preps. Sounds like a typical teen movie. We were definitely the odd group, different style and such. Looking back we actually didn’t look too great. In the beginning the preps still constantly tried to get into our heads, nonstop picking as usual. At one point it got out of hand. For instance one girl decided to continue the name calling and shoving. Although she had started it all first, I turned around and did the same. This was the first time I ever stool up for myself.
Thought I did so, I still was not the bigger person. I name called them, shoved them back which felt good for the first few times. After a couple more incidents it began to shut them up for a long while. It lasted for quite a bit, though I finally realized I was just like them in away. Being the way they were with me was not smart, no matter how much I dislike someone I would never wish upon them what I had gone through in high school. For the rest of the year I endured their bullying, it was better then choosing to be the bully just like them.