BULLYING CASES 1. Until my fifth year in elementary school I had a best friend and that year we became a group of five girls. One day the new group members asked me to leave so they can talk about something secretly. Later one of them came to me and tried to distract me so the others could ran away and hide from me for the whole break. When they understood that I knew where they were, they ran away to a different spot. Later then they gave me a letter that said that I was sticking up to them too much and that was annoying so they asked me to leave the group (though some asked me to come back). 2. First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth grade of elementary school I were overweight and in the fourth grade I wore glasses. There were some kids, especially girls, that they were calling me nicknames, pushing me and took my things and were throwing them away. I didn’t talk neither to my parents nor my friends. Sometimes I would run to the WC room while I was crying and I would just tell my friends that I was in pain. I stayed there alone and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. That continued for a long time. I felt bad for myself, I didn’t like myself, I didn’t want myself. 3. When I was in the 3rd grade, I was wearing braces and my colleges were making fun of me 4. I was in the 1st year of junior high school when I first got bullied. The previous summer I had an accident in which a friend of mine hit me with a rock right in my face! I was lucky enough because it was not anything crucial, although Ι did need stitches. That summer was rather difficult for me and I was living in full awkwardness. I was wearing every day, allday a head scurf in order to alleviate the scar and to not let it leave an ugly mark. After my vacation, when I returned to the place where I live, I went out because I missed my friends. The village was full of children and after some time passed, I got used to the idea of wearing the head scurf and felt much more confident about myself! Until I bumped into some teenagers – they were in senior high school then – who started shouting at me and were making fun of me because they noticed the scar probably because it was still pink coloured and «fresh». They were telling me that I looked like Harry Potter. I really just wanted to disappear somehow at that moment, I felt so ashamed. Without having
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