I wish my mom intervened in my bullying catastrophe instead of me doing it the hard way myself. It's very hard to go to school if you feel threatened, ridiculed or even harassed. I was not popular in sixth grade, but I had friends. In seventh grade, those friends started being mean to me. Soon, I became the target of the popular crowd. Amanda was the leader. She and her friends bullied me all the time. I was one of the few short students at my school in Arizona. Amanda and her friends would call me names and tell me to “Go join the Oompa Loompa’s at the Willie Wonka Factory”.
The insults made me feel terrible. But being left out was the worse. I would lock myself in a stall in the girls’ bathroom and cry my eyes out. Sometimes, I sat in the stall for the whole lunch period. It was the only place I felt safe. When eighth grade started, I hoped things would be different. But things got even worse, and I became very depressed. After a few days, I went to the school counselor. I told Mrs. Anderson the school counselor that I didn’t want to attend school anymore. She called my parents immediately.
At the end of the school year, the band at my school had a concert. I went with my mom and sister. Afterward, I went backstage to see one of the very few good friends I had. There, I saw Amanda and her friends. I thought we could put the bullying behind us. I walked up to them and started to talk, but Amanda stopped me. “Shut up, Crystal” she said. “No one here likes you; Go back to your other school.” She called me every name under the sun and all her friends laughed and laughed till they had tears of laughter coming out of their eyes. Finally, I left with my mom and felt horrible and crushed.
Towards the end of the year, I had an idea. I wanted to tell someone my story. I wanted to give other bullied teens a place to tell their stories too. I decided to talk to my principal about opening a club in school about Anti-Bullying. He was hesitant at...