Bullied and betrayed
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I made my first ever highschool friend on orientation. We hit off, she's amazing. Lets call her K. K and i were close and our group grew a lot from 2 people to 16. She is funny, kinda dark but your stereotypical teenager. She fit in the crazy side of... View more
I made my first ever highschool friend on orientation. We hit off, she's amazing. Lets call her K. K and i were close and our group grew a lot from 2 people to 16. She is funny, kinda dark but your stereotypical teenager. She fit in the crazy side of the group and lunchtimes were so funny. I ignored many things that she did, subtly fatshame us even though she's also overweight herself. Openly racist to the point i followed suit. Which i deeply regret now looking back. She started to fatshame my friend, telling her to commit suicide and get weight loss medication. Photoshopping her onto a fat mans body with blood and knives and needles everywhere. I was scared but i loved the few friends i had left so i took them under my wing, standing up for ourselves and telling the teacher with all the evidence i could rack up, screenshots, chats, timestamps. This was over the course of weeks and weeks of hard work and meetings and late nights. In the end, we won, they got their punishment and i felt so accomplished. The "friends" i kept under my wing? they betrayed me. all 6 of them. saying the punishment was too harsh, doubting their futures and being concerned that it would impact their future jobs like "what if they wanted to be doctors and a suspension or expulsion won't let them" keep in mind i have a super close "friend" who was also a victim alongside us which was around the same level of maturity as me and i thought she would back me up. I was wrong. She went along with it. It was the last day we were ever going to spend together at school, i was leaving for holidays and she wasn't going to be here next term because she was moving schools. I couldnt keep going on that day. i put my goodbye present in her bag and begged my mum to pick me up. I did. I only spent half of my last day with her. After coming back from my holiday and spending it fighting with my parents and ignoring all thoughts about school, it came back to me, making me break down and scream and shake and cry uncontrollably. I detached from the friends who were still going my school, the one i was closest with too. Today something happened at my mums work and she's upset. I took that into consideration and unpacked her bags, cleaned her room and went back to comfort her. Im thirteen by the way. I talked to her but she ignored it, asking how my chiropractor session went today. I told her the details but she cold and rude. I broke down 5 times in the last hour because she said, "why are you so sensitive?" Im. DONE..