School Bullying
My name is Vijay, and I wasn’t always the confident guy I am today. Back in school, I was the quiet one, always keeping to myself. I didn’t have many friends, and I wasn’t the best at sports or academics. I was just... average. And that made me an easy target for bullying.
It started with small things—comments about how I looked, the way I spoke, or how I was always sitting alone at lunch. But soon, it escalated. A boy named Vikram started making my life miserable. He’d call me names, push me around, and laugh whenever I made a mistake in class. I hated going to school because I knew I’d have to face him.
For months, I kept it all inside. I didn’t tell anyone, thinking it would just go away. But it didn’t. It only got worse. Vikram’s friends joined in, and I felt like I was drowning. I felt small and powerless. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried to avoid them, they were always there, making me feel worthless.
One day, after a particularly cruel joke, I snapped. I was walking home, feeling like I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I saw an older guy, someone I’d never met before. He looked at me, saw my sad face, and asked, “You okay, man?” I was surprised. I didn’t know him, but for some reason, I decided to tell him everything—about the bullying, the fear, and how I just didn’t know how to make it stop.
He listened carefully, then said something that stuck with me: “No one should make you feel like that. You’ve got to stand up for yourself. Not by fighting, but by showing them that they can’t break you.” He didn’t offer me some magical solution, but his words gave me the strength I didn’t know I had.
The next day, I decided I wasn’t going to let Vikram control me anymore. When he tried to pick on me, I looked him in the eye and said, “Enough.” It wasn’t loud or aggressive, but there was something in my voice that made him stop. I didn’t feel like I had to fight back with my fists, but I stood tall, showing him I wasn’t afraid anymore.
The bullying didn’t stop overnight, but something changed. Vikram started leaving me alone, and I started walking with more confidence. I realized that I didn’t need to let his words or actions define me. I could choose to be stronger than his hurtful words.
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