[DISCLAIMER] This is kind of sad, so if you are sensitive to sad things, leave. xD
This did actually happen to me a few years ago, and it still comes up in my thoughts from time to time.
Asterisks (*) mean the names have been changed.
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I was 8 years old at the time. Living life like your typical 8-year-old, meaning going outside to play with chalk in the summer, playing in the snow in the winter, and just plain playing. It was the summer I was supposed to go into [what I think was] third grade. Now there was a middle-schooler girl named Molly* whose parents were in the middle of fighting and getting a divorce, so you would assume she was upset. I would always assume nothing was going to happen when my dad got a call saying "Hey Anna (this is my name
), want to come over?" Sometimes they would hide, others they would just be plain rude to me. Calls after calls, they would verbally harass me, keep in mind there were 3 kids. Veronica*, Julia*, and Sarah*. Come school time, me and my best friend at the time, Emma* would always sit together on the bus ride to our elementary school. On our way home one day, these two kids, Rachel*, and her brother were sitting together behind us. Someone thought it would be just SO funny to pinch "Emma"'s leg. The culprit was [I assumed] "Sarah" because she had been throwing food at my hair [on the bus] and trying to frame me for things everyone knew SHE did. I was furious. Day after day after day, I would always come home and cry and explain to my dad that I really wanted to move schools. Eventually, I got to tour another school called Middle School Elementary*. I was hesitant at first, but I liked it. I knew people there, as well. I never came to make the actual move. I did, however, stay strong and finish the school year and those to follow. I am now getting ready to finish 6th grade and move into Junior High this coming school year in August.
Thanks for listening and reading my story.
~Anna
This did actually happen to me a few years ago, and it still comes up in my thoughts from time to time.
Asterisks (*) mean the names have been changed.
~
I was 8 years old at the time. Living life like your typical 8-year-old, meaning going outside to play with chalk in the summer, playing in the snow in the winter, and just plain playing. It was the summer I was supposed to go into [what I think was] third grade. Now there was a middle-schooler girl named Molly* whose parents were in the middle of fighting and getting a divorce, so you would assume she was upset. I would always assume nothing was going to happen when my dad got a call saying "Hey Anna (this is my name
), want to come over?" Sometimes they would hide, others they would just be plain rude to me. Calls after calls, they would verbally harass me, keep in mind there were 3 kids. Veronica*, Julia*, and Sarah*. Come school time, me and my best friend at the time, Emma* would always sit together on the bus ride to our elementary school. On our way home one day, these two kids, Rachel*, and her brother were sitting together behind us. Someone thought it would be just SO funny to pinch "Emma"'s leg. The culprit was [I assumed] "Sarah" because she had been throwing food at my hair [on the bus] and trying to frame me for things everyone knew SHE did. I was furious. Day after day after day, I would always come home and cry and explain to my dad that I really wanted to move schools. Eventually, I got to tour another school called Middle School Elementary*. I was hesitant at first, but I liked it. I knew people there, as well. I never came to make the actual move. I did, however, stay strong and finish the school year and those to follow. I am now getting ready to finish 6th grade and move into Junior High this coming school year in August.Thanks for listening and reading my story.
~Anna
I'm sorry to hear about this, if you need somebody to talk feel free to pm me 
