The cruelty of young teenage girls is something I will never understand. How can you think that being mean to someone is funny, or get enjoyment out of it?
I remember my seventh grade year clearly. The constant ridicule and mockery of the girls who thought that they were popular and that everyone loved them. I was the lucky, quiet girl who got picked on that year. Since I was so quiet, I was their favorite target. Everyday I dealt with being made fun of, getting laughed at, and talked about for no reason at all. I kept to myself and never gave them the time of day. They would not give up though, if it was kicking my back while the whole class sat on the floor to watch a movie, to them waiting to get my attention and then laugh about something I did, they knew how much they got under my skin.
That year, I missed many days of school because it made me physically ill to think of going to a place where I knew I was going to be picked on and mocked. I tried to just ignore the whole thing, because I felt bad for all of them since I knew they came from bad homes, and picking on me was their only joy in life. Even though I did feel bad, I couldn’t handle it but for so long. I eventually had to get help from the school, where they made me confront the girls. I told them my feelings, and that I didn’t care if they liked me or not, I just wanted the same respect I gave them.
Because of what I went through as at middle school, I believe that giving everyone their due respect and treating them with civility is necessary for a happy world. (Word Count 306)


