We have been working on a book do be associated with this website. It is of various examples of bullying. It will contain short stories to explain what should be seen as bullying and what should be done. There will also be stories in which the end is not exactly good. But, people need to be aware of everything that happens everywhere. You will sometimes see the point off view of the characters, including the victim and the bully. But sometimes you won't. These stories may change if we get new ideas or want to add or get rid of something. But, this will give you an idea of what we are writing. We are also always editing.
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In Their Eyes, You're Perfect. In My Eyes, You Shouldn't Be.
Alexandra:
I would say that I have everything; perfect clothes, perfect friends, a perfect boyfriend, and a perfect life. But, it's all because of Emily. She sort of runs the school. She wants something, she gets it. She is a little spoiled.
You could ask anyone in our school about our clique. They would know who we are. It is like a story from a movie. We know that some people secretly hate us. We don't care. They don't act on their feelings, because they know not to make us mad. Well, they shouldn't make Emily mad. Savannah, Jessica, and I could care less, while Emily, on the other hand, would never let it slide.
Emily can be really nice sometimes. One time, a guy had ran into me and spilled a bowl of hot chilly on my new white blouse. Eww, chili. The guy's friends had came and they all started to laugh and made all those annoying sounds, as if trying to make me fight him. I was so close to tears when Emily came.
"Such a shame when the only way you can get a girl to talk to you is by spilling chilli on them. and all she said was," Emily lowered her voice and got in his face, "Oh. My. Gosh." The smirk wiped off of the guy's face and the4 cafeteria went silent. "Come on," Emily grabbed my arm, dragging me to the bathroom. She didn't go to the one near the cafeteria. That one was too crowded.
She grabbed a paper towel and wet it, adding a dash of soap and quickly running it under the water. She scrubbed the chili off as well as she could. It was weird. She was so nice. She usually wasn't that nice to people. But, she was being nice. she was being nice to me. Of all people. I wasn't known by everyone. I just stuck with my usual group of friends.
"Switch shirts with me," Emily interupted my thoughts.
"What?"I wasn't listening. I am about to blow it, I thought.
"Switch shirts with me," she repeated.
"Okay,"I said nervously. I took of the blouse and she took of her t-shirt. She gave me her shirt and I put it on. It was cute. She put on the blouse and walked over to the mirror.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"It was nothing," she continued looking in the mirror, "This is a cute blouse. The stain doesn't look bad. Tomorrow, I will give it back. I just cant walk in my bra,' she chuckled, "Then you can wash it and use some bleach if you need to."
"Thanks," i said again.
"Mmhmm. We should hang out sometime. Come by my lunch table tomorrow."
And that was how we became friends.
~~~~~
It was Friday. I was headed for our lunch table with only my books in my hands. Emily said it wasn't flattering to eat lunch so we never ate.
"Alex, you shouldn't carry so many books. You make us all look like nerds," she said using that voice. She always uses that voice when she says something terrible but wants to make it sound sweet. I wish she would realize that it really doesn't. "And, take off those stupid glasses." She yanked the glasses off my face and shoved them in her purse.
"Hey! I like them," I protested.
"I only take them to protect you. I don't want anyone to make funny of you, sweety," she said. Sweety. I hate it when she calls me that. She thinks that makes me think that what she says is true. Well, it really doesn't.
"Whatever," I scowled.
Jessica:
I'm not the skinniest girl you've ever seen. I'm not even close. But, I'm not, like, morbidly obese. I just have a little baby fat. But, whether it's baby fat or a lot of fat, but to Emily, it's still fat.
I always pack my lunch because that is the only way Emily will allow me to eat. I am not allowed to eat school lunch because Emily said that it looked unhealthy. I have to admit, it does look disgusting.
I used to try to bring junk food but Emily now goes through my lunch bag everyday to make sure that I don't.
"Hey," I said, sitting at the tabe. Alex looked pretty angry. Emily probably ticked her off.
"When will I ever convince you not to eat, like us? Emily asked.
"When I'm dead," I said. I wasn't going to let her bother me, not today.
"You seem happy," Savannah said.
"Well, yeah," I said.
"What is it?" Savannah asked. Emily acted like she wasn't paying attention by looking at her nails and trying to "fix" them.
"Alec Charkosky asked me out!" I squealed.
"Oh, my god," Savannah squealed back.
"Wait. Wait. Wait!" Emily protested.
"What?" Savannah and I asked in unison.
"Are you sure he didn't just feel sorry for you?" Emily asked.
"Why would he?" I asked.
"Well, you're sort of," she paused and moved her arms to make what i call the "obese gesture." "You're just not, like, the most appealing. She batted her eyes and gave me that glossy look. She was doing that again. Acting like she was watching out for us when she was just saying something terrible. She got on my nerves! I wish I could just slap her sometimes.
"Excuse me?" I asked. My day had just plunged.
"Well," Emily shrugged,
"You know what? Forget about it!" I stood up, "You can be such a witch sometimes!" I stormed away. I could feel people staring. People loved fights and dram, especially when it had to do with Emily. But, it wasn't helping. I was working hard to fight back tears, so I went to the furthestt bathroom in the school. But, by the time I got there, the tears were already flowing.
Savannah:
"Emily, that wasn't nice," I said. She didn't even look a little concerned.
"I speak the truth. And Savannah, sweety, being nice like you will bite you in the butt sometime," Emily said.
"There is nothing wrong with being nice," Alex ptched in.
"So 'it' speaks," Emily rolled her eyes.
"Don't call her an 'it'," I protested.
"You really should just shut up, Savannah. Man, you are so stupid," Emily glared at me.
"Wha-" I gasped. Stupid. She said I was stupid. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I stormed off to the same bathroom that I thought Jessica stormed off to.
"You really are a jerk," Alex said, getting up to follow me.
Emily:
I wasn't upset. I wasn't worried about losing my friends. They always come back. That is the thing about people. When you are really close to them, they can never stay mad at you forever.
I did what I had to do. I have to remain on top of it all. I have to admit, I am scared of them. They make me who I am. I can live without them for a day but no longer. They help me stay who I am. I never tell them though. I can't let them know. I have to be in control.
They could make it without me. They are pretty, nice, smart, and empathetic. Anyone would love to be their friend if I didn't make them do mean things. I'm worried people like them better than me. They are probably the reason anyone talks to me, and I'm not going to lose the popularity.
I walked out of the cafeteria and to my next class. I stood tall and proud, confident my friends would come back.
Jessica:
I leaned against the sink and took a pack of tissues out of my purse. I look myself in the mirror and start to sniffle, the tears starting to pour down my face again.
"You're just not, like, the most appealing," Emily's voice echoed in my mind.
She's right, I kept telling myself, I mean, look at yourslf. You're shirt shows your buldges, your legs are to round, you have no shape, and your face looks like a ball. You're not pretty. Not like Emily, Savannah, and Alexandra. Why do they hang out with you? You are just someone who brings them down. The one wrong thing in the picture. You don't deserve them.
I used the tissue to wipe away the running mascara on my face.
"Stupid waterproof make-up," I mumble.
I had finally stopped crying, and the reddness in my face had diminished. I was about to leave when Savannah burst through the door, followed by Alexandra.
Savannah ran right into me, and I almost fell backwards. But, I caught myself and wrapped my arms around her, comforting her.
I hac been friends with Savannah before I was friends with Emily. Savannah was so fragile. I had known Savannah since first grade. She was a new student and just sat in the corner. I had appoached her and asked her to join me and some other girls to play on the swings. Ever since then, we hung out together. But, in eighth grade, I met Emily. It was in language arts class. Emily looked so odd without Alexandra. They were already friends back then.
"Can I sit here?" Emily asked, gesturing to the desk next to me.
"Sure," I responded.
"Thanks," she sat quietly. We hadn't talked for most of the class. Near the end of the class, I started to read a book. Emily had said something that I hadn't heard. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me though. I looked around, then looked at her and saw that she was starring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I like your bracelet," she said.
"Thanks," I responded quietly.
"You have great fashion sense. I should take you with me when I go shopping," she grinned.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"You should eat lunch with me," Emily said.
"Yeah, but I have to eat with Savannah," I quickly said. I would never abandon Savannah.
"Bring her too. I'd love to meet her."
And that was how our friendship started. But, Savannah's friendship with Emily wasn't so simple.
Savannah:
I kept my hands over my face. My tears were pouring onto Jessica's shirt. I wanted to step back but she had me in a bear hug, and she wasn't going to let me go until I stopped crying. And that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Emily never really liked me. Jessica was the main reason we hung out. Alexandra likes me though.
That day, when Emily invited me and Jessie for lunch, they bonded instantly. I didn't really talk much because I was a little scared of Emily. She could be pretty mean sometimes.
Afterschool, Emily invited Jessica to her house. Alone. I remember that Jessie told me everything that happened.
"You have been friends with Savannah for how long?" Emily had asked.
"Seven years," Jessie answered.
"Wow," Emily paused, "Have you guys ever, like, grown apart or, like, aren't really good friends anymore, or something?" she had been beating around the bush.
"What?" Jessie didn't quite understand what she was asking.
"I mean, she is, like, super nice, but I think she drags you down. You know?" Emily let out a half smile.
"No. I don't know," Jessie immediately understood what she was staying abd was getting angry, "You just wan't me to abandon Savannah! She is a good friend and I am not going to kick her out onto the street because you told me to." Jesiie stormed out of Emily's house and walked home, calling me on the way to tell me what happened.
It took a couple of weeks of Emily trying to make it up to Jessie, but she wouldn't accept it of Emily wouldn't let me stay. Emily finally gave in but Jessie wasn't sure whether to believe her until she had done something nice for me. And, eventually, she did.
Once, these girls who thought they were so special, were sitting in chairs behind me and Emily sat in front of me but we never talked.
"You know, Savannah is so sweet," one girl said loudly.
"Yeah, but she never has a boyfriend," another said, making sure I would hear.
"I think it's because she is to much of a goodie-goodie," another chimed in.
"I think it's just because she can't get the attention of any guy," the first one added.
Tears started to well up in my eyes. Jessie always told me to stay stong because they were lies, but it was tough.
Emily heard what they said too and started to turn around. Then she stopped. She wasn't going to help me. She got a glance at how red my face was getting, which happened when I was about to cry
"You know, you shouldn't be talking when you're so fat that your boyfriend can't even wrap his arms around you. And, it isn't Savannah's fault that your boyfriends lost interest in all of you and pay more attention to Savannah," Emily spat out. I let out a little chuckle that was barely audible. And that was when Emily and I became friends.
Emily:
I don't hate Savannah. I was just a little jealous of her because she is so nicwe and people really like her. You don't get recognized for being inbetween nice and mean. You only get recognized for being one or the other. And you have to be really nic to get recognized.
When I was in kindergarder, I used to be really nice. Everyone use to like me because of it. But, as I grew older, I bacame more normal. I felt left out because no one would thanked me anymore or thought I was really nice. It made me depressed. I started to feel like all those nice things I did do meant nothing, so I don't do them anymore. That is the only thing I envy about Savannah. She still gets thanked.
Savannah is a sweetheart though. She is so fragile and I feel bad about how mean I can be, but it goes away. Because I'm still in control. And that's how it should be.
Alexandra:
The bell had just rung which meant that it was time to go to our next class. But Savannah was still crying. She was no longer in Jessie's arms but we all sat on the bathroom bench. Savannah had started to get her but both Jessie and I had stopped her.
"We can skip," Jessie said.
And that was exactly what we did.
Throughout the period, Savannah's crying had died down. I left for study hall, my last period of the day and Jessie and Savannah stayed in the bathroom.
Emily sat next to me in study hall. We had that class together. But I was still mad at her.
"Savannah and Jessie were a little too hysterical," she said.
"They had every right to be. Do you know that Savannah was crying for almost all of last period?" I shot back.
"Sorry," she said with an attitude.
I just scoffed, "You can't seriously think that sorry makes it better?" My voice was getting louder.
"Quiet down,"Ms. Brennan, the teacher said.
"They shouldn't get upset over little things," Emily said in a forceful whisper.
"Those weren't little things," I whispered back.
"I don't see how that can be such a big problem. Seriously!" Emily was glaring at me.
"You need to just shut up right now," I said. I had never really gotten into a huge fight with Emily.
"Did you just tell me to shut up?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think I did," I said.
"You are so freaking stupid," she said.
"How am I stupid?" I asked.
"You are the little sissy queen over there and you think that you should be allowed to tell me to shut up? Heck, no!" she stomed away.
"And yet you are the one walking away," I called after her.
"I said 'be quiet'," the teacher snapped.
~~~~~
The next day, the table was silent. Emily did her nails, I studied from my books, and Jessie and Savannah talked about a book they read. We had never really had a fight this bad where we didn't talk at lunch. It was weird. But, I could tell that it was killling Emily.
"I'm sorry," she blurted out. She missed talking to us.
We all just looked at her.
"I didn't mean to say all those terrible things to you all. Your not stupid, Savannah. You are appealing Jessie. You can wear your glasses as much as you want, Alex," she said. That last part was a lie, and I knew it. But, Savannah and Jessie were forgiving so I just accepted Emily's apology too.
And that was how our cycle always went when we had fights after that.
Jessica:
The weekend had come and I was over Emily's house. Savannah and Alex had to finish a project for history so they couldn't be here. Emily was on her bed, painting her nails again. I sat in the window seat. I was staring out the window, daydreaming, when Emily interupted my thoughts.
"Jessie. Have you ever thought about losing weight?" Emily asked.
"What?" I asked. She brung up that topic again.
I mean, there are so many ways you could lose weight. I even heard you can take certain medicines to lose weight," she acted like she was giving me extremely important information.
"You should be just fine with how much weight I have," I said.
"I know, but you have so much potential. And, you are just hiding it underneath all of that fat," she said as if it wasn't offensive.
"So? I have enough potential right now. There is no reason for you to be suggesting that I should lose weight. That just isn't something friends do. They could be there to support someone who has decided to lose weight, but you don't just go out and say, 'Oh. I think you should lose weight,'" I stood up.
"Well, I didn't know you would get worked up about it," she didn't even act like she cared.
"Friends out to know that something like that would bother someone," I started for the door.
"Sorry for caring. I just thought I ought to tell you. DId you want me to lie?" she yelled to me as I went downstairs.
"Yeah, that is what you should have done," I slammed the door behind me and headed up the street.
But I wasn't heading home.
I took out my cellphone and searched, over the counter medicines that help you lose weight.
She wants me to be pretty? I'll show her I can be pretty, I thought.
I was headed for the drugstore.
~~~~~
The internet was so helpful. It gave you all this information. I mainly looked for over the counter medicines that had side effects that surpressed your apetite and increased your metabolism. I mean, if they are over the counter, they have to be safe, right? I oouldn't believe everyone doesn't do this. If things contained Phenylpropanolamine or Ephedra, they are supposed to help you lose weight. I also had to get my hands on some Clenbuterol. I heard that it does wonders. You can order it online. I would get it when I got home.
I looked for some diet pills. But that wasn't the only thing I was looking for. I needed other things. I heard laxitives and diuretics helped you lose weight. But to also help speed up the process, I planned to do the "water-only" diet and skip a few meals.
~~~~~
The Clenbuterol came in the mail in only a couple of days. I was looking forward to taking it. The first few days that I took the medicine, I threw up. But, my body had to get used to it. I was fine after that. I couldn't quite get into the "water-only" diet yet. It was a little more work than I thought. I was getting there. I could skip a couple of meals throughout the day. It wasn't too hard after about the first week.
I felt good about myself. I knew that soon, the weight would just melt right off. I would be pretty and wouldn't have to worry about anything.
Savannah:
Jessie was changing. I don't know why, but she was. She looked exactly the same but her mood waas different. She would get into more arguments with Emily, said terrible things to Jessica, snapped at me a couple times, and even got into a fist fight. She never fought with her fists. She also stopped eating lunch. IAll she would do was drink water. It was weird.
I started to hang out with Jessie less. She was becoming like Emily. Mean and rude. I started to hang out with Alex more. We went to each other's houses and hung out at the mall together.
At lunch, Emily would sometimes have her boyfriend, Liam, sit with us. It was akward because she would be snuggling with him while he tried to talk. And he tried to talk to me. He's Emily's boyfriend. Shouldn't he want to talk to her? I didn't need her to blame me for anything.
One day, afterschool, Liam had broke up with Emily. She had begged him to stay. She actually looked pathetic. He had left her there, crying. He had saw me and, at first, looked surprised. But, then he kissed me. I was completely surprised. I could have sworn I heard the door open and slam shut. I pushed Liam off of me.
"Emily is my friend. You can't just dump her and then go to me," I had said.
"She treats you and me terrible anyway. Why do you care?" he asked.
"Seriously? You are going to ask me that? She may treat me terrible but it doesn't me I have to," as I started to storm off I mumbled, "Such a jerk."
The next day, everything was akward. Emily kept glaring at me. Jessie and Alex were silent. The bell had finally rang and Alex and Jessie left so fast, I didn't even see them. I got up to leave when I felt a hand grab my arm and looked to see it was Emily. And she didn't look happy.
"What?" I said nervously.
"You know what," she got in my face, "You little low life brat. No one likes you. You don't know how to have fun. You tattle. You dress like you're in prep school. You don't even care about others. And, you steal other people's boyfriends."
"I-" I started but she interupted me.
"I know that Liam left me for you. I know that you were probably having some sort of little affair with him. I know that he used to pay attention to you all the time. I seriously think you should get your sorry butt out of here and leave Jessie, Alex and me alone," she finally let go of my arm. I started to quickly walk away, my arms wrapped tightly around my books, my hair in my face, hiding the tears.
"And stay away from Liam," Emily had added.
I walked all the way to the furthest bathroom and got onto the bench. I curled up into a ball and cried. I cried all the way till the end of the day, skipping the rest of my classes, and I didn't walk home with the girls either.
Alexandra:
It was really akward at lunch. You could tell that there was tension between Emily and somebody. You really couldn't be sure who. But, I made sure to leave as quick as I could because I hated it.
When I gout outside to meet up with the other girls, I noticed that Savannah wasn't there. Jessie seemed concerned but Emily seemed perfectly fine.
"Where is Savannah?" I asked, walking up to them.
"I don't know. She wasn't in study hall," Jessie said.
"Maybe she went home, sick," Emily shrugged.
"Yeah," I said.
We usually get to Jessie's house first. Then Emily and I would walk together until we got to Emily's house. We usually would drop off Savannah before my house but she wasn't there.
"Alex?" Emily chirped.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"You really shouldn't act so smart," she said.
"What? Why? What's wrong with that?" I asked.
"People think you're stuck up and are, like, full of yourself," she said.
"People? What people?" I asked.
"Well," she dragged on.
"It is only you, isn't it," I was getting furious. She always had to say something to make me feel bad about being smart.
"You shouldn't just go off and accuse me," she said.
"You always have to say something about me being smart. Just because you are stupid doesn't mean I have to be," I stormed off ahead of her and left her behind. I was getting sick of her.
Emily:
I used to be smart. People used to ask me for help. But, now they don't ask me. They ask Alexandra. She's the smart one now. I am just seen as normal. Average. I envy Alexandra. She is still seen as smart. I don't get attention anymore. So I don't bother. I don't study. I don't take notes. I don't listen. I get attention now. I get attention now since I am not myself.
Savannah:
I curled up in bed, my blankets formed a cocoon around my body, trapping the warmth inside. The only warmth I had left. I was nothing. I was a shadow. I was the wind. I was that annoying breeze. No one wanted me there. I just was.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Alarm rang. But, I didn't reach for it to hit the snooze. I stayed in bed. Last night, I had cried. Once I stopped crying, I just stared at the wall. I hadn't moved in hours. I skipped dinner. I told my mom that I wasn't feeling well.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I still didn't feel like reaching for the clock. I was worried all the warmth would leave my body the minute I moved. I would become a cold stone. A cold rock.
"Savannah. Honey! Is everything all right? You don't usually sleep in on school days," my mother peeked her head into the door.
I whined but didn't say anything. I curled up tighter in a ball and tried to hide my face. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted her to go away. I wanted her to leave me alone.
Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. I felt her hand touch my shoulder. I shook it off though.
"Savannah, what's wrong?" she said. I whined again.
