I was sat there that awful day, in school, having people around me who I thought would stand up for me, makes me feel let down and hurt. That is one feeling I won't forget.
Being on them steps in front of everyone yet not a teacher insight. With all those girls, but there was just me alone. They threw things, but I kept my head down hoping they would stop. But they will never stop. One victim after another, no one daring to stand up for themselves. Until me. I remember standing up, getting ready to take whatever violence and abuse them girls would throw at me, to finally let my anger and pain out and to finally say what I felt.
The most fantastic feeling in the world is telling someone who has made your life hell for two years, what you think.
A hundred familiar faces, some I knew personally, but some who I have never met, crowded round pleading for a fight, but through the crowd I saw my older brother, telling me to do what I wanted to do, not what everyone else wanted me to. He said that I should be brave and not so scared. So I did. I did what I wanted to do for a change, I stood up for myself, something I had never mastered the strength to do before. It was strange because at the end of the day the main bully actually came up to me and asked if I wanted to be her friend. I couldn't believe it I had stood up for myself, yet the girl who couldn't care less over someones feelings actually was scared of me. The quiet shy girl, who was the target for all bullies practically nation-wide because of being different. Not just different in personality but in her size as well, as she isn't exactly skinny had defeated the ultimate nightmare by waking up and seeing herself as not just a lonely and sad person, but as a confident girl who finally felt she had gained the respect she deserved.
So it definitely was a day I shall never forget.
