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Hello! My name is Mavis, and I was bullied almost every day of my grade 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. It was complete torture for me. I was constantly being pushed into lockers, my books and binders getting knocked out of my hands, having everyone above me laughing as I hurriedly picked up my books. I spent a lot of those years in the bathroom crying, just wanting my life to get better... or end. I never told anyone about my bullying issues because I didn’t want to be tagged as a “tattle tale.” That was the worse thing you could be called in those grades. The bullying got so awful that I didn’t even want to go to school anymore. I played sick and lay in bed all day, finally feeling free until the next day where I would have to deal with another day at school.

My mother finally figured out at the end of my grade 9 that I was being bullied every day and that didn’t work with her. She marched into the high school front office and demanded to speak to the Principal. The Principal oversaw the grade 11 and 12 students, so we talked to the Vice Principal and got the bullying dealt with. The Vice Principal called all the students I mentioned over the intercom to come to her office. My mother and I stayed in the office as they all talked. We could hear yelling from the office and then it was silent. The Vice Principal came out of her office with a big smile and said to us, “I’m so sorry this happen to you Mavis. I assure you this will never happen again. And if it does, you come to me right away.” There was no bullying after that. Finally, freedom.