Being in high school means being surrounded by a diversity of adolescents-either big in size, rude, nice, short, intelligent, dumb, or simply someone like me trying to escape from Yesenia Silva. Yesenia was my friend in my junior year. Yesenia, Vanessa, Sandra, and I used to hang out at the bottom of a tree near the football field, next to the cute football players. Yesenia loved bullying others. She especially bullied me because I was not tall enough. I weighted ninety-five pounds, and the size of my foot was and still is size two. I guess she found it easy to bully me since I never told her how being bullied really made me feel. I felt as if everyone was normal but me, or as if I was a fly and she was a lizard ready to attack me. I was bullied by Yesenia Silva all along my junior year, but I knew one day the bullying had to stop.
Yesenia always made comments like: “Damn Goldie you’re all short, stand on your feet not knees please”, “Goldie you’re too skinny”, or “Goldie grow some feet.” After these comments everyone cracked themselves up with laughter as if the funniest things had been said about me. My back pack had to always disappear from our spot every time I left to get lunch or to the girls’ restroom. Yesenia couldn’t help but hide it under a bench, inside a trash can, or tell the students next to us to hide it. I bet she had fun tripping me too, snatching my food away, or contradicting me even if I was right. She enjoyed arguing with me. All I ever said was “Yesenia you’re mean”. She obviously took my words to be dismissive. She never realized that deep inside of me I was being put down until the day I walked away from the spot, under the three next to the cute football players.
We were all at lunch. It was sunny and a usual day of September. Vanessa was telling us how great her weekend had been with her boyfriend Carlos, when Yesenia interrupted her to tell me “Goldie you look so stupid today”; she laughed and laughed. I did not get what was so funny about that. Vanessa and Sandra stood quiet and amazed; they were in shock at what Yesenia had just said. I didn’t know what to do. I found myself being humiliated once again, and again she had bullied me. The difference was that this time I walked away. I ran and ran until I got to the library. But as I was running I could hear my friends calling me back. I could see through the corner of my eye that everyone around Garfield High School was staring at me. I didn’t care. I just wanted to disappear. I could not stand seeing Yesenia laughing at my face anymore. I had to put a stop to her.
After some minutes she saw that I wouldn’t go back to the spot, so she called and apologized. I as a good friend accepted her apology but told her how awful she made me feel by bullying me. She still had the nerve to deny it and tell me she was just messing around. I was pretty serious and told her she knew better than to treat me that way. We talked for some time before the bell rang and settled things well. I was proud that I had stood up for myself. I knew after this that she would never bully me again. I was right. From then on she showed me respect.
2 comments:
This piece demonstrates a great struggle that the narrator had to face, and seeing how she overcame it fills me with joy. It is not fair that people feel superior to others and bully them. We are all created equal, and that's how it should always remain. To the narrator all I have to say is, never let anyone bring you down, because although we all have faults no one has the right to mistreat you. I really enjoyed the description of your narrative. Thanks for sharing.
The narrator elaborates on her experience with the bully in a detailed matter that allows the readers to understand her positon and what she felt with her encountering her bully. I personally enjoyed this piece because it allowed me to connect with the narrator and understand the point she was trying to get across.
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