Why I hate "bullies stories".
Well, first there is the most obvious reason. I have been bullied from first grade to fourth grade. It only stopped because in my fifth grade we moved to a new town. What they used to do to me? The first grade was the lightest one. Stole money, pretended they can't here me, called me fat, those sort of things. The fourth grade was probably the high. I hit puberty when I was about seven and a half. Can you imagine seven and a half years old girl with tits and zits? I were that kind of girl. And at first it was fine because no one notice. In the fourth grade every noticed I am wearing a bra. They have started to tease me about that, about my glasses, about the hair that have started to grow on my arm pits. When they got tired of words, they moved to a physical touch. They felt my body to check if I'm wearing other things then bra, they slapped me every time I talked back, there is one time I remember that when I walked down the satires they walked behind me and kicked my legs so I'll trip.
When I were in the first year of high school, they made contact with me. Told me they want to apologize. They have grew out of this. So I've came back to my old home, and I met them. When they apologized, the worst sentence I've heard from one of them was, "I'm sorry because I know I've hearted you, but I don't remember what exactly I had done to you."
I think this was the worst minout of my life. There where even worst things, that I'm telling you because I don't want to open it myself. Knowing that your childhood enemy can't remember what he or she had done to you, is probably the worst feeling in the world. Because if they can't remember the blue bruises on my arms and legs, do you remember the time you made a child cry about his favorite toy? Or the teen you made close to tears after yelling at him that he is ugly?
There is no need to tell, I'm no longer in touch with them. And when time had past, I've met others out there like me. It's hard to forgive your childhood bully because when you come back, you understand that they have moved on with their life. They don't care about the thongs they had done, while you stuck on the past- or so it feels like.
Every time I read a story about a girl who fall in love with her bully, my heart is breaking because of how far it is from the real life. Out of all the people I have met, non of them could have trust the monster who bullied them. I'm not talking about hate each other at high school and tease- I'm talking about the real, hard, bulling. Is this how you think bulling work? A boy pulled girl's hair so he likes her? So sad that this is the world we are living in.
I'm not saying you need to stop read bully stories. Everyone has the right to read whatever they want to, and to write about what they want to. I'm just told you why I hate those stories, and why I'm hoping you know the different between real life, and a story. Bullies are the worst form of evil. They can attack you at any age, any form and any place.