I stomped into the Killer Bass guys' cabin and plopped down on my bunk in anger, I couldn't believe that Geoff, Duncan, and DJ were bullying me again! I tried to be confident and pretend like it didn't hurt me, I tried to stand up to them, in hopes that they'd leave me alone but nothing worked.
I didn't understand why they hated me so much, sure I was a skinny glasses wearing nerd but I had wicked skills and I had won the dodge ball game and the talent show.
That didn't matter to them though, the only thing that they saw me as was a guy who left his underwear lying around. They said they would stop bullying me as soon as I fessed up to the skid marked undergarments being my underwear but what kind of guy wants his underwear being featured on international television? I'm pretty sure that if it was one of their pairs of underwear that nothing would happen.
The worst part is, the whole time I was being bullied, no one even bothered to stand up for me, not my fair Leshawna, not Beth, not even Bridgette who was nice to everyone. I was pretty much on my own. I thought that I could get away from the bullies at my hometown by being on this show but I had only run into more bullies.
I don't see why they had to bully me like this, I mean we could have been friends; we could have been an unbeatable team if only we had stuck together.
I tried retaliating by getting Courtney kicked off but that only resulted in them hating me more, I know it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but my mind was so full of rage at the time that I just had to get revenge.
I tried apologising to everyone after that, but they wouldn't listen, they just continued to bully me. I can't sleep at night without the fear of one of them putting something in my bed or placing my hand in warm water which in turn will cause me to wet myself.
They may not have realised this, or maybe they did but they didn't care, but bullying hurts, it hurts a lot, words can hurt a lot more than broken bones.
The last thought that went through my head after I jumped off the balcony to my death was 'maybe they just couldn't handle someone with my mad skills.'
A/N: Sorry for killing Harold and sorry for this horrible story. I'm pretty much half asleep but I wanted to write a story about the effects of bullying and who better to feature than a guy who got bullied the most on the show?
Should I write the other campers' thoughts about Harold's suicide or leave it as it is?
Thanks for reading.
