“Why don’t you just crawl back to the filthy dumpster you came from!” a student shouted at me when I walked to my locker. Someone left me a little surprise on my locker today, a curse word that is nasty to even look at.


“Why do you even live on this planet? No one loves you,” a girl names Melanie informed me. I simply just walked away to the bathroom and sobbed on a horrid smelling toilet. It’s hard to cry silently when the insults you get hurt you so much.


“We know you’re in there, Angie,” Melanie said, I’m surprised she even found me.


I stayed quiet.


“Come on, girl. We aren’t going to do anything bad.” The bad thing is I kind of believed her, so I unlocked my stall and come out. I saw her and her two other friends, Becky and Lucie.


“Now, come here. Give me a hug.” I walked towards her and did what she told me to do. Then I suddenly regretted coming out of that precious and safe stall. Melanie tugged at my long hair and then Lucie kicked me in my stomach, then Becky poured her fruit smoothie all over my face.


“Hope you enjoy that,” Becky began, “it is strawberry banana,” she said with a smile. According to the other two girls that statement was hilarious. The clock ticked slowly until the hands hit 3:45. The bell rang blatantly above my head. Thank goodness that it was the end of the day, I decided that I should just stay in the restroom until I felt as if I should walk outside. I walked outside and a cool spring breeze kissed my face.


Later on that evening, I ate my dinner and returned to my room. I began to comprehend that I needed to end these cruel actions that Melanie and her friends do. I knew that something has to be done. I know that I need to find a solution to my everyday conflict; I should be capable of standing up for myself and end this bullying. I shouldn't let anyone else tread on me. Trying to ignore the problem, I just blasted my music on high until my parents nagged and told me that volume of choice is far too loud for this household. After a few hours of being in my room, my eyes started to feel heavy; I began to struggle to keep them open.



On the bus the next morning, the bullying already begun. I walked up the stairs and someone tripped me, but I am started to get used to that trick.

At about 12:00 in the afternoon that day, I entered the lunch room. I could already hear my stomach growling. I made my way to one of the cafeteria lines until Melanie and her posse stood right in front of me.


“Oh look,” Melanie began, “seems like Angie is trying to add on even more pounds than she already has!” a whole chorus of laughter filled the lunch room with noise, but some people actually stayed quiet, it’s almost like they waited for me to let something just as discourteous as what Melanie had said exit my mouth. I pondered the thought if I should say something offensive to this evil girl standing in front of me, but suddenly it hit me. What I needed to do was end it all. I needed to end all of this that continues to happen to me every day I needed to show people that it is mandatory to have respect for the ones around you.

“Melanie,” I said, “can we just…” I trailed off and searched around for what words should spill out of mouth, “can we just stop with this nonsense. Can’t we just end it all?” as I said this, I gained more confidence.

“What do you mean ‘nonsense’?” Melanie replied with a disgusted look on her face, but it also seems as if she considered this solution.

“By nonsense I mean the bullying and the madness.”

Everyone stared and circled around us. You could hear a pin drop even in this large, substantial lunch room. It feels like it’s been hours before Melanie finally replies. She stepped closer to me as if she were about to punch me right in the middle of my face.

“I agree,” she says, “I agree.”