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-sapherequeen- said:
Oh, wow. Here are some occurrences that pop up inside my mind since...fifth grade, really. :/
1) A friend, Eric was told da some random person (never learned who because he/she didn't have the balls to reveal him/herself to me apparently) that there was a rumor about him being spread da me and another friend of mine, Mary Kate. He thought that I supposedly told people that he had a crush on me, which was something I would never do. Of course, he decided to believe this person over me and start hating me. Along with that, when we were at the YMCA giorno Camp during the summer, he convinced almost everyone there to hate me too. He and his friend, DiAnni (I forgot her name, just remmeber that it was an oddball name - No offense to those with odd names!) taunted me about my lazy eye and "always staring at him".
What hurt the most about it was, secretly, I did have a crush on him :s
Being picked on cruelly da your crush is not fun, people. At all.
2) Speaking of Eric, this leads to something that my friend (I'll call her Peg) did as well. We're still friends, it was sort of minor. But it did always count as a 'back stab' to me;
Peg became Friends with Eric and DiAnni during that summer. She would purposely start issues between him and I, such as...mention my name around Eric so he'd rant about me, and tell me the hurtful things he's been saying with this gloating look on her face :/
A part of me wondered if she enjoyed doing it, and she even admitted that she sort of was interested da it o something similar to that. I remember being mad at her for a couple months, but eventually I got over it. She's been a true friend to me ever since then, and I wouldn't lose our friendship because of mainly mine and Eric's bullshit with each other.
3) In the sixth grade, my friend, Marcy (example name) became Friends with another girl, Sasha (example name also) and for a period of time they would pick on me. It was meant to be innocent (I think) but there were times where it just got mean. I remember one specific time when I we were getting to our successivo class. I dropped my books, and was trying to sort them into a pile. But whenever I did, they'd constantly kick my libri and have them fall again. It went on for two minutes, with me getting frustrated enough to push Marcy. They laughed the whole time.
4) A close friend of mine in the sixth grade thought it would be funny to tell Eric that I was wondering if he could go on a data with me. -_-
His response was, "Hell no".
It's a miracle my internal triggers were never pulled sometimes back then.
5) Lastly, a friend called me a "n****r trash whore" during an argument. :/
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