I want to start by saying that my little sister isn’t very popular. She’s not great at being social; she doesn’t wear popular clothes, she has blue hair. She’s very anxious around people, but she’s one of the sweetest girls ever. She’s in eighth grade. Kids are shits, so this year’s been hard for her.
One girl, in particular, targeted my sister. This girl had been spreading rumors about her, and after a while, it started getting around that she wanted to fight my sister. Being the anxious girl she is, my sister never told a teacher. (The school is terrible anyways, the teachers would have never stepped in.) Later that day, this girl attacks my sister. Everyone crowded around them while she suddenly started punching and kicking my little sister. One boy stepped in, literally throwing the other girl off of her. This has had a major effect on my sister’s mental health. Her grades dropped, and she started panicking before each school day. If I could, I would have done far worse to this girl. However, my sister begged me not to, saying that she just wanted it to be left alone.
Fast forward a few weeks later. The eighth graders come to the high school I go to as some sort of orientation for when they’re freshmen next year. I was eating lunch with friends, many of which happen to be very popular at the school (they’re on the student body, so they’re also involved in a lot of school decisions.) They’re well known at the middle school too, too. A group of eight graders come up to our table and were supposed to help them out with any questions they have. They noticed that many of the people there were popular, and were trying to hang out with cool older kids I guess.
I recognize the group instantly as the girl and her friends who ganged up on my sister. For some reason, she doesn’t recognize me.
They start talking to us, and it’s obvious that they’re trying to make themselves sound cool. The ‘ringleader’ girl asks, “Do any good fights go down here?”
I stared at her and said, “No, people here have better things to do. It’s sad when someone attacks another person for attention.” My friends agreed. “It’s disgusting,” one girl said. “I hate people who do that. It’s so disgusting. ” I’m still staring at her when I say,
“Actually, something like that happened to my sister down at (middle school). People that do that kind of thing are just sad. It’s not welcome here.”
That’s when she recognizes me. Her face went tomato red. Her friends chimed in, glancing at her every now and then. “Yeah, I heard about that, I can’t believe people still do that.” “I hate people like that!” Another one of the eight graders exclaimed.
The girl mumbled that she had to go to the bathrooms and stood up, obviously waiting for her friends to go. They just kept talking to us, so she awkwardly walked there alone. After the eighth graders left, I explained what happened to my friends. Looks like she won’t be getting along here next year at all.
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