I finished High School quite a few years ago, but there is a little story I just want to get off my chest.
I had a bully.
It wasn't your typical popular Jock sporty kid bully either. She was not at all popular, in fact, most in our year level did not like her. She also had a minor physical disability. I have the same minor physical disability that she had. I was a very shy kid in HS and didn't talk much, this frustrated my parents a lot so when they heard about this girl with a similar disability, they were hopeful we would become friends.
When we first started school all the teachers and our parents would go on about how we should be friends because we have the same disability, we have a common ground. I understand they meant well and meant no harm. Yes, this was a common ground, but it was the only thing we had in common. Even if she didn't torment me for years, I doubt I would have been friends with her.
Many people have this view that people with disabilities are all great people or only ever become bully victims rather than bullies. Whilst theres truth that having a disability can make you a target, having a physical disability does not qualify you for sainthood either. She was not a nice person, she was nasty, spiteful and a bully.
- Constant name calling
- Spitting, pinching, biting. She thought all this was hilarious too.
- Hitting
I remember one occasion, she asked me something about my private life, which I politely declined to share. So what does she do? Goes to find my mums car after school and tells her this sob story about how I would not talk to her. Guess whos side my mum took? Yep, I got a lecture because I did not want to be her friend and told that I was throwing away this "wonderful opportunity" for a friendship.
My mum meant well and just was too sympathetic for her own good, but I'll be honest, I still haven't quite forgiven her for that. If this girl had tried pulling this on any other kid, she probably would have been told to pi** off.
She also tried reporting to me to teachers because I "stole her friend". Had no idea what she meant by this, but apparently she used to talk to a good friend of mine a lot in a class they had.
Because I hung out with this friend during lunch breaks, it meant I stole him from her. Thankfully, the teachers saw through her pettiness and nastiness and told her to get over it.
Like I said, been out of school for a long while and have never seen her since. I am not usually the type to hold grudges. I had my dramas with a few people in high school, but would be happy to have a laugh about it with them now over drinks if the situation called for it. This girl on the other hand I would be happy to never see again.