I don't think I did anything because there was one that was nice to me and I think they hated her because she was a little bit... uh... not nice... And I just got kinda thrown into that. One of my really good friends in sixth grade moved to Seattle and so she left and then everybody just decided to hate me. So I felt like an inadequate friend in seventh grade.
I feel like… oh man… I feel like… ok. This is gonna get sad. That makes me think of seventh grade, which was the worst, possibly the worst year of my life in my short 24 years. I didn’t have any friends because all the girls that I was friends with decided to hate me.
I think that was also the first time that I realized I was being bullied because I always thought I was the person that was like, "No, I don't get bullied! I stand up to the bullies who bully other kids!" And then I realized I was being maliciously bullied. Yea, it was a really lonely year.
But it was weird because I had great teachers, like I have really good memories from that year but then I have these awful, awful memories. There were these two boys that were in my science class and they were really nice to me in my science class. Always. They were like, “Who do we need to beat up for you?” And I was like, “That’s really sweet, you don’t have to beat up anybody but thank you for being nice to me.” So yea...