The girl walks up to me. She does not look in my eye, but ever so casually she has blocked the classroom door.
" Excuse me", I say.
She ignores me.
" Girls, get out or go in", I tell them, but they know I mean HER. My knees are shaking.
Her friends, once mine too, look nervously at me. " Hey, M, she's trying to get in."
One of them tugs at her. " Hey, can't you see she's trying to get in?"
" Oh, oops." Casually she slides out of the way. " Sorry!"
I look at her and sigh, storming in the classroom. This has gone on for weeks. Rumors about me have been flying, and they have been ruining friendships left and right. M knows that, and she exults with her circle of friends privately.
The part that hurts the most? Those girls were my friends. S, A, L, T, LR, B used to say hi when they saw me, used to hang out during recess with me.
After M decided she hated me and my twin sister, AD, that all changed.
The part I never told anyone? It hurt so much. The Isolation stung, and it still does with school out. When I saw S at the park with M, they walked right by without a glance.
Then, I cried. I wondered why GOD had put me in this class, why M hated me.
But I realized something.
Through this experience, I had compassion for the bullied. I knew how they felt, and I knew no one deserved to go through that.
This moral? There are always bullies out there. In school, work....everywhere.
But remember: you are always better than the bully.
Ashley
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