Bullied Narrative

Bullying has become a more pressing and prevalent problem over the past decade. Bullying can be seen and described as many different things and has many different meanings. There is adult bullying, bullying in school, bullying at work, etc. Bullying can be visual, verbal, and physical. There have been many instances where bullying has gone too far due to lack of involvement with authority. Bullying can cause many problems and lead to tragedies such as suicide. Anti-bullying is a term for preventing or stopping the act of bullying. People have seen that bullying is a problem and have tried many tactics to combat it. People have founded programs, started rallying, and have hosted events in hopes to suppress or even stop bullying, but they are

After four years of friendship she decided to ignore me and has not talked to me a single day since. Being the orphan that I am this was heartbreaking and I could not decide if I was more hurt or angry. “She’s dancing with strangers, she’s falling apart” when a person you spend every single day of your life with suddenly hates you it is agonizing. Not knowing what you did to make this happened is even harder. This all changed however when Jace came to the rescue. Jace is the hero to my fairy tale and is a person who I greatly look up too. “Waiting for superman to pick her up” Jace is the warrior that an orphan needs to lean on. She completes my perfect family of four, just not in the average

That moment seemed to last forever and it would always be burned in my memory, and I would never forgive myself for it. In that moment, I had slightly veered off my lane without noticing, then one second later there was a deafening succession of noises that hit me like a tidal wave. A mixture of crunching metal, glass tinkling as it shattered, and Harper screaming my name. The pain didn’t even register in my brain. I opened my eyes and my vision was hazy, but I panicked, screaming for Harper. My vision was fading, but I finally caught a glimpse of Harper’s face, covered in blood, before my whole world had gone black. I missed that girl more than anything. She made my job as a nurse feel more important, she had given me purpose and brought happiness into my life. Harper was also the reason I refused to drive anymore. As I thought about her my eyes swelled, and I knew that if I let one tear fall then it would be an unending stream. I had to be strong, that’s all she’d every encouraged for me. So I got off at my stop and remained staid as I opened the door to the hospital; the glint of a bracelet Harper had given me caught my eye as my arm

This of course is not the whole truth and she was unwilling to accept or hear reason as to what happened, she chose to not be like Gus who often forgave Shawn and all his exploits and see both sides of the situation. She still has not forgiven me and it seems she was never truly committed to fixing things and that our long years of friendship seem like fading memories. Dr. Seuss once wrote,

Eva was still the same always taking and never giving. Even though the girls and I knew the real Eva, we still included her in all of our plans. After all Eva was like a sister to us, a really bad sister. Two months before my birthday we planned out a girls night out to Las Vegas and we were all so excited, I mean it is Las Vegas, who would not be? Unfortunately, Eva decide last minute that Las Vegas was over rated and was instead going to stay home and have a relaxing weekend. Little did I know that Eva skipped my birthday weekend to go to Mardi Grass in Louisiana. After a month without talking to Eva, I finally went to her house and told her I was very upset and hurt and even cried. I then started noticing her glazy shinny eyes looking at me. I felt bad and leaned over and hugged her and told her not to cry. She then replied, “The sun was in my eyes, I do not see what the big deal is. It is not like it was you’re 21st birthday.” And then she had the audacity to ask me to leave, because she was going to a birthday party and I was making her

“Tyler, I want nothing to do with you. You make me uncomfortable.” My best friend exclaimed this past June after blowing up at her and our friend group for no reason other than I was trying to find answers to why I was constantly being excluded from life. This lead to a 6 months period that ultimately

because of this she had little time for anything she wanted to do. Seeing my

She tried to tell me other things but I was mad she was leaving again to follow him to the bar. I muted whatever she tried to tell me.

So still clueless to what's going on I'm rushing home to check on her and I get another phone call from her . Saying we need to talk so I come

The only problem was that I had no one to talk about it to. So far it was always Justina I would talk to, so why not talk to her now. During that time, Justina and I have not talked to each other in about a year. Maybe once in a while I would stalk her social media, see what’s up, but I ultimately knew nothing about her life since the last time we talked.

Isolation. Devon isn’t someone who isolates herself but rather she makes it clear that she is upset. I have never let her control who I can be friends with or my outside involvement. Furthermore, if she tried to do that, I would confront her about it. I, on the other hand, am someone who doesn’t isolate other people, but I do tend to isolate myself when an issue arises.

My best friend Chloe is truly one of the most wholesome people I know, but the day she got bad again was one of the worst days that I can remember.

No. Why would she do this to me. A new fresh set of tears roll down my cheecks. My best friend.

As soon as those words came out of her mouth I felt like my whole world fell apart.Those words echoed in my mind, as I tried to understand what they meant.They meant.The honest,wonderful, and decency boy lied to me. I ran as fast as my feet could take me not caring to turn back.I struggled to run through the the thick layers of snow,tripping once in awhile. I stopped near a tree covered with snow that I instantly recognized as a maple tree. I looked up the tree admiring it's beautiful leaves when I stopped and looked at those blue eyes.

As I look back, it is now obvious just how much our feelings were affecting out perspectives. For the most part I was angry that she complained about things that I had previously spoken to her about. My anger caused me to look at her as the enemy and everything she said was heavily scrutinzed. I would activley search for things that would prove that she was my enemy. I had made up my mind about her and there was nothing she could do to change my mind. Stacy on the other hand resented that I would decline her inviations and accepted inviations from my other friends. From her persepctive, it was not that I did not like to go to events , it was that I did not like to go to events with her in particular. She was hurt that I chose others over her and so she would complain about my sleeping habits and accuse me of being anti-social. Fo the most part, our perspectives were what molded our behavior and aided in our falling out.