My reason for this post is that I don’t want any kid to have to through what I went through. This is was only one day. I went to this school for almost three years. Most of this my family hasn’t heard, my wife has.
14 years old, eight grade. Bullies name: Jared
The day was like any other. I was trying to get to my locker before he saw me. If he saw me it was over, done. I would end up with bruises, which I hid so well not many people knew about the incidents.
It was time for lunch. I walked through the metal doors, leading to the soccer field. There was a room that held the vending machines. Which is where I often bought my lunch, bag of chips and a soda. I was a very skinny kid, weighed around 75 lbs. Stood, maybe 5’3″.
Walking into the vending room I saw a couple of girls, 7th graders run out. The room had doors that led into the school that were locked and only school staff had the keys. The door I walked through had a dead bolt that only school staff could unlock.
I purchased my lunch, turned around and I felt something hit me in the ribs at almost the same time I heard the deadbolt lock. I dropped to the floor. Looking up I saw Jared–I can’t remember his last name–and one other boy. Jared was a lot taller than me, possibly 6 foot. Now I’m not sure, he was just big. He wore jeans, tennis shoes and t-shirts to school every day. He was skinny, like me but he had chip on his shoulder for some reason.
I remember looking up at Jared and the other boy and they just started kicking me. I must have passed out or something, I woke up and the other boy was shaking me. The door was open and Jared was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.
I stood up, walked to the doorway. Jared looked at me and said, “hell of a fight Brian.” This wasn’t the worst day.
It took me a long time to get over everything that happened at the school. But it got better. I moved to my mom’s, a lot of that had to do with the bullying, sorry dad. Now I’m married and have two wonderful kids. Bullying has been going on, it is just being noticed now. I thought about suicide a lot when I went to that school, but it gets better, I swear it does.