High School Bullying Narrative

In the summer of my grade 8 year, my parents announced that we were going to sell our house and move to a different city. This was the year that I shed tears for a month and my grades begin to fall. We had never moved since first grade and I was immensely attached to our childhood home and all my friends. I could not stand the thought of leaving all my peers and starting anew. I remembered watching a movie once where the students of a school bullied the new girl until she committed suicide. I did not want to get bullied nor take my life but it seemed inevitable.

The transition to the new city was blurry, much like the tears that clouded my vision. I remember saying goodbye to the house and helping my parents move the boxes onto the moving truck. I remember staring at the backyard and recalling the snowman that my

I did not interact much with anyone for fear that they would tease me. I hid in the bathrooms during recesses and closed my eyes to envision that I was with my friends playing tag on the grass. When snow came, I imagined that I was building a snow fort with my friends. I was living in my imagination... in my brain...

The addiction grew and increased to the point where I would be with my siblings and imagining my childhood. I was not aware that the venom was overpowering me and seeping into my mind. I was slowly getting poisoned and the robotic transformation was almost complete. I could not stop. I did not want to.

Two months had passed before someone realized the extent to which I was struggling. She confronted me and shared her story. Much like me, she had just transferred from another school. She told me of her addiction beast. At first, I was terrified as I still believed in the movie portrayal of moving, but as she kept talking, the remedy slowly travelled through my vein and trickled into my heart. After the conversation, I no longer felt alone and begin to smile. The first smile in