What Inspired Me to Write My November Article

Dear readers, I understand that my last article was a bit on the fence and out of character for me so I wish to explain my reasons for my last article. I’ve written about the events that took place and someone else’s experience with bullying in diary form!


I wish I wrote here to tell you how happy I am but alas that’s not the case. School has been a rollercoaster to say the least. First of all, I think I finally hate people, with everyone’s anti-bullying and nice attitude it’s been to dislike let alone hate, someone but low and behold the person I’m gonna talk about just did the opposite. I think I’ll start with Cavin, now where do I even begin well to start he bullied my friend today.

We were having DPA (daily physical activity) and we played capture the flag. We had a field trip the day before where we were zip lining doing aerial obstacles and excetra. So after this my legs were SORE I couldn’t even take two steps without my knees buckling. So instead of playing with the rest of my classmates I sat at the swings with my friend Brooklyn because the teacher said I had to at least do something.

A guy from the other team had run over here to steal our flag. I looked at Brooklyn and gave her a face that said are you gonna get that. Brooklyn gave me a face back that said nah. And so we shifted our attention away from the boy and quickly got back to chatting. A ton of people kept walking past us complaining that we weren’t doing anything to which I responded by saying my legs were sore. I don’t even know if what I was saying was registering in their thick heads because they just kept repeating it and honestly if I had to talk about my sore muscles ONE MORE TIME I was gonna pop a blood vessel.

A boy named Cavin eventually walked by and complained about the same thing but unlike the rest he called us useless and lazy. “Well Cavin My legs are sore and unless you plan on giving me yours I’m gonna sit right here on the swings.” I said. “You guys are just sitting there doing nothing” Jesus is everyone at this school deaf? I thought we already established that my legs are SORE.

I had already been mentally rolling my eyes waiting for this conversation to end when out of nowhere Cavin says Brooklyn is the size of a school bus, and said something along the lines of the swing buckling under her weight!? Before I could say anything he left, I looked over at Brooklyn and she was quiet, she’s never quiet. I knew Brooklyn was already a particularly fat kid and she knew it too but hearing it out loud stings badly I would know. “Are you alright?” I asked “he just called me a school bus” Brooklyns voice was strained almost as if someone took all the air from the room.

I couldn’t stand this. Cavin walks all over my friend and tries to walk scot free?! “I’m telling the teacher” I said as I walked away Brooklyn called after me telling me not to go as she didnt want to gain more attention than she already had. I told the teacher and she called Cavin over. I stayed and made sure to keep eye contact. I hoped he could see the big fat SCREW YOU written all over my face.

A girl named Bella came over to talk to Brooklyn and I ranted the whole time about Cavin as we all sat down. I wish I’d made fun of his speech impediment and impersonated the way he slurred the words that way he knew he would be able to say his insults to his heart’s content like he wanted. I wish I made the red spots of acne that covered his face that made him look like he had a witch’s warts. I wish I had mentioned his “about me” poem in which he wrote about his fear of being bullied that way he knew the great hypocrisy he had just committed today.

Bella was there when the teacher had walked up to us and informed us that Cavin behavior wouldn’t go unpunished as this has been a recurring problem. Bella spoke up “ yeah he did the same to Anita this week but don’t tell anyone it was me that told you.” Coward I thought, I hope Cavin saw me and I hope he saw the way my face said that I was gonna take whatever disrespect he brought to me and the people around me. I could see it affected Brooklyn though because she had gone home early and from what I saw at lunch on an empty stomach no less.

Brooklyn doesn’t come to school too often and I used to bother her about it but I can now see why. I can’t imagine making the effort to get myself out of bed everyday and be prepared to be called a whale, a school bus and excetra. I have a newfound respect for her, I can tell it’s hard coming to school and facing this but she does it anyway even if it’s not often. I wrote this because I know that others struggle with the same thing but this is a reminder that there is always someone there to help but sometimes you have to have the courage to speak up. But most importantly just because others are going through something it doesn’t give them the right to be rude and inconsiderate towards you.

I hope this helped and Merry Christmas!