Because I knew how to respond to them, or when not to respond, they didn't get as much fun out of bullying me anymore.
LAST YEAR TOWARD THE END OF SEVENTH GRADE, a group of boys my age and younger created a rumor about me suggesting I did something very embarrassing in sixth grade. There were so many reasons why the rumor was ridiculous. But the boys thought it was amusing.
Things started to get out of hand pretty quickly, and more and more people started to make fun of me when they saw me. I'd try to ignore what they said, or to rephrase the insult to myself and turn it into a positive thing.
