This Is My Story
I made a mistake. A BIG mistake. I wish I didn't bully. I wish I was not involved. And people say we can actually say sorry to the person we bully, right? Well, it's late. It's too late to apologize.
The mistake I made wasn't a small mistake. The mistake I made wasn't a minor mistake. The mistake I made was a major mistake.
I ruined a person's life.
The person I ruined was my very best friend. She was actually my only friend.
I'm Kelly, and I'm going to tell you a story starring myself.
It was Wednesday morning, and I was walking to school alone. I was walking alone until popular kids from our school aprroached me. They were suddenly kind to me. The mean popular kids were kind to me. Well, I actually mean they ACTED like they were kind.
The girls talked to me about school and.... friends. They asked me about my friends. Being the "confident" me, I admit I only had one friend. I only had Summer. I knew the girls were trying to hold their laugh, it's too obvious.
I'm a little bit offended, but, isn't having one friend better than having no friends at all?
Well, the girls asked me if I wanted to be their friend or not. I don't even know why they asked me because, hello? Who doesn't want to be friends with the popular kids?
I couldn't say no, of course. I really wanted to be their friend. But... unfortunately, if I wanted to be their friend, they gave me one condition.
I need to bully my own friend; I need to bully Summer.
It's a very hard thing because... Summer was my only friend.
Well, I didn't know what to choose. I mean, being the popular students' friend is a very good thing, but bullying Summer is not.
I was blank, but Mabel snapped her fingers and brought me back to reality.
I didn't know what would happen if I say no to the one condition, but I DO know it'll be a bad thing.
So I said yes. I said yes to bully my friend to be the girls' friend.
The girls were so happy, and they told me I need to start bullying in recess. I just simply nodded, although actually I'm in the verge of mentally crying because I need to bully my one and only friend.
At recess, I sat in the opposite side of Summer. We chatted for quite a long time, and then I realized that I should be bullying her.
I started to verbally bully Summer, saying she's ugly, a no-brainer, weird, and those kind of stuffs. Yes, she was sad, she was almost crying, but she held her tears back. I, myself, also actually held my tears. I saw my own friend in the verge of crying because of me.
I verbally bullied her for a few weeks, and then the popular girls went in and joined me. We bullied Summer together.
After a month, Summer and I rarely talk to each other and rarely see each other and greet each other anymore.
I was also wanting to avoid Summer, because guess what? I'm the girls' friend now.
A few weeks passed, and the girls told me I should bully Summer again, as in, hitting her and stuffs. I actually hate doing those things, but I rather do that to a person than losing friends.
I did what the girls said for a few months.
And I actually didn't believe what I did: I made Summer bleed. I made Summer's hot tears burn in her cheeks. I made Summer suffer.
And when I stopped bullying Summer for awhile, I realized that I was so stupid. I realized that I made a wrong decision. I should have not say yes. I should have not make my own friend suffer.
That night, I decided to apologize to Summer. I went to her house, but I guessed it was late. There were an ambulance. Summer's parents were standing together, crying. Summer's siblings were crying and wiping their tears with tissues.
I asked Summer's sisters what happened to Summer, and guess what?
Summer commited suicide--because of me, because of Kelly. Because of bullying. Because of her friend who bullied her just because she wanted to be the popular girls' friend.
I fell on my knees and started to dramatically cry. Hot tears were falling down, burning my cheeks. I hate myself for bullying Summer.
The next day was not awesome. At all. The principle called me and the girls to talk about Summer. I told the principle that the girls told me to bully Summer, but the girls said the opposite. The girls lied.
The principal was confused, and saw are Summer's parents, and so they decided to just expel the girls and me.
After going out from the principal's office, the girls told me they hated me. The girls told me they used me. The girls admit they were lying.
And that's basically the end. I can't meet Summer anymore, I was being used to bully my own friend, and I made a major mistake.
And that's the disadvantage from bullying. And what are the advantages from bullying, you ask me? Nothing. Well, I couldn't even think about it.
This is my story. This story is to tell you that even when you want something so bad, don't say yes if the conditions or requirements are bad.
Now, I'll ask you. Do you still want to bully someone?
Lippo Karawaci, September 25, 2014