thenatstory

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In school, I knew a friend who was constantly bullied.

They did awful things to her, called her names that I thought were funny, scribbled on her desk and messed up her books. We weren’t in the same class and I wasn’t a very close friend of hers so I felt it wasn’t’ relevant for me to stick up for her. More like I didn’t feel the need to as a 13 year old girl.

At a recent reunion we talked about the same girl again. Laughing at our own mistakes, I have a feeling we do feel sorry for doing so somewhere inside. Although I didn’t directly participate in the bullying, I did witness all their little dirty tricks.

Some made fun of her bra size, while some other girls put a used sanitary pad on her table. Sometimes I’ve always wondered, how would it be like to be in her shoe as the subject of humiliation. I never thought of her feelings back then. I didn’t feel it was right of those people to do such things to her, but I didn’t do anything.

Today, seven years later I realize that she has been very strong. She shifted schools in junior high. We won’t know if it was because of all the drama. I doubt so. A few months back I bumped into a relative of hers and found out that she has been working very hard to support her own tertiary education. Apparently the family has been suffering from a financial crisis for a while now, and it has always been her whose been supporting them by dropping out from studies and working.

Most teenagers our age would have thought of working part time as a source for additional pocket money. Yet, this girl had to work hard as if her life depended on it from a young age. She stood by all the crisis and snickers. Well, I remember her crying once or twice but after a few tricks she learnt to stand up and walk away with a tough front. She didn’t have many close friends because whoever was close to her turned into laughing stocks as well .As freshmen in junior high, I guess nobody wanted to be left out.

Today I chanced upon her Facebook and see that she’s attending a fine college leading a happy life. These people do inspire me sometimes. I can’t say I won’t laugh at the pranks played at her if I was given a chance once again, but if she really was earning her way to college by herself – it is something to look up to.

It does seem like a Cinderella kind of story, and I’m just writing this post because I’m somewhat proud of knowing someone like her and I hope that the kids that appear in my life in future are half as strong because the world is turning into a horrible place to survive in