6th Grade and On
It started for me when I was in the 6th grade. I had to walk a ways to the bus. There was this girl who was always dirty and big for her age. She used to threaten me all the time. I was never a fighter so I was always scared of her. Before we got off the bus in the afternoons she would always tell me she was going to get me. I would stand up by the door as we got close and as soon as the doors opened I would jump and run all the way home. Thank God I could out run her. Going to the bus stop in the morning I would hide until the bus pulled up and then get on. She would tell me that's OK I will get you this afternoon. I don't know what I ever did to her. I had never even talked to her or anything. It got to where I would get up in the morning's and tell my mom I was sick and did not want to go to school. She would check my temperature and tell me you are fine now get to the bus stop before you miss your bus. My step father finally one day asked me what was wrong. I told him and he was really mad. Then one morning I saw at the bus stop I saw the girl with a knife showing it to everyone. That afternoon she told me she was going to get me good today. Again like always I was waiting at the door of the bus and as soon as it stopped I jumped and took off running. She was right behind me with the knife out. The next thing I know my daddy's pickup truck pulled in between us and he got out. He told me to go ahead and go home and he made her get in the truck. I guess he had told his boss he needed off early that day to take care of some things and he took her home and had a talk with her parents. I never seen her at the bus stop again. I was safe. For that matter I never seen her in school again and I have always wondered what happened. I heard one of the girls talking about how bad the bully's parents beat her. Since I grew up in a rich neighborhood and went to school with all the rich kids high school was miserable. My family was middle class and we shopped at K-mart and such which the rich kids would always tease the kids who were not in style. I always got picked on and the guys would bark at me. My ten year reunion has come and gone and I did not go. I have no reason too. It was a three day party and held in some expensive hotel on the beach. I did have some good friends in high school but over the years I have lost contact. I do have good memories too of high school but I will always remember the ones who treated me bad. I also believe that when you do something bad to someone it will come back on you ten fold. Now that I am a woman I realize the most popular girls in school were the ones who put out.