So, I kinda rehashed the past. My teacher asked us to tell him a true story about something that changed us for better or for worse. 

I ended up crying while writing it. At first, it didn't affect me like I thought I would, until one of the requirements said that we had to have a lot of detail. I tried to recall how I felt that day, but then it started to flow.

If you want to read what happened, here. If not, you can just ignore this. It's a story on Bullying and how it affected me, basically. I used real names of the schools that I went to because, I was sure my teacher knew these schools. Ignore the names. However, I will say this, this story did change me for the better. I'm a totally different person because of this day. It was sad, but it turned into something good for me.

This story takes place back in the year 2007. I went to Ireland Drive Middle School, which is a school for sixth graders. When I was there, my principal really wanted to stop all the bullying that was happening at our school. She decided to hold an assembly to address the whole school, which was only one grade. My class sat at the very front, right next to her. I cannot remember everything she said, but there was a point where she told everyone to stand up and apologize to anyone that you have bullied before. Personally, I may have been the nicest person anyone in my class has ever met. I never hated anyone and I never caused any trouble. I was the kindest and shyest girl at that whole school; I was never one to bully anyone neither, so I never stood up. On the other hand, over half of my class stood up and walked over to me to apologize. Even the people who I thought were my friends stood up and came to me. I think I even remember someone from another class coming to apologize to me as well. Once I saw the number of people, I broke down. I began crying in front of everyone. Everything became a blur. All I could hear were numerous voices apologizing to me at once, some even patting my back and attempting to hug me. They thought that doing those actions would be okay. They thought it would make me forgive them. While they were trying to do as they were told, I hid my face away from them. I buried my face into my sleeve and cried my heart out.

They all saw how bad it hurt me, even the principal saw it. She ended up using me as an example and at that point, I did not care. I was too hurt to even comprehend what she was doing after that. She asked one of the people who bullied me to go get me tissues and then she went on with her lecture about how the whole school needed to stop bullying each other like this. She said my name out loud and showed the whole school what bullying was making people feel. Once she finished, I was the first one out of the building. I could not handle being left alone with the people who I thought were my friends and with the people who lied to my face. I did not really appreciate being put on the spot like that, but it was okay.

After that day, my relationships with people have been somewhat scarce, but there was one relationship that stayed the same. The next year, my principal followed us to the next grade, going to Douglas Byrd Middle School. I always loved my principal because of what she did for me, however, I began to dislike being near other people. I only hung out with people who others would consider nerds. At Douglas Byrd, classes were divided into teams. I was always on the smartest and I never had to deal with any bullying. People liked me, but I could not trust anyone. This was the beginning of the saying that I have for myself, “I don’t like people, but people like me”. It was not until high school where I began to have close friends again, some of which I still hang out with to this day. It was because of the day where I stopped seeing people as nice and wholesome, and started seeing them for who they really were. I was still nice to people, but it took a whole lot more for someone to be my friend than before.