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Persuasive Essay On Bullying

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Most kids at some point are bullied, abused physically or mentally, but not always by family and friends. I am a seven-year-old little girl without her father and bullied constantly, I feel hopeless and only want it to stop.It never stopped, even when I move to a new home.I struggle with depression at the ages of 10 through 12 later on at the new home.I always wonder if there is something wrong with me or that it is my fault and that I should just take it. It all begins when I move to my Grandma’s because she needed help with her health and my mom wanted to help her.
One Saturday afternoon I am at the cul de sac in my Grandma’s quaint neighborhood and happily riding around on my bike when I see my bullies coming down their driveway. The …show more content…

I wait for the bleeding to stop and cover my injury with my green jacket, which I would have to clean later, that was around my waist so that my mom wouldn’t see it.My cheek returned to its normal color after a while.My mom made a ham and cheese sandwich which tastes like bitter sand to me from feeling numb inside from all the bullying. I bandaged the wound with some gauze and band-aids from the gray First Aid kit in the white tiled bathroom.
When the older brother says those harsh things to me I think about his words more and more. Realization hit me that I can’t remember a whole lot of days that went by that I didn’t come home crying or injured. I always told my mom that the bullies were being cruel, but I never told her about the knife incident until later on that year. I am alone in the fight, but I know this has to end eventually even if it didn’t seem like it at the time. My mother sorrowfully asks me, “What do you mean she used a knife, why didn’t you tell me,” she shakes her head in disbelief, her brown curls bouncing, and continues,“Never mind, DO NOT got over to the cul de sac again, you hear me?”
I never went down there again, but they always come after me on my own street anyways. I have a best friend that closes me in her garage so that the bullies could not get to me physically, but they always got to me emotionally. I decide from that moment on I do not want to live in fear again.
The next time I am riding my pink and purple bike around the

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