Nobody Sees Her

Third Grade

Against my wishes my parents went to the school about the bullying. The principal asked me what was going on with Rebecca all of these years and I told him everything. He told me that they keep track of everything and have it written down. I went back to class and the second I walked in Rebecca ran up to me asking what it was about and if I said anything. I told her that Mr. M (our principal) told me that there is a sheet of paper they write down all the bad things people have done and once it’s filled they get kicked out. I continued by telling her she was on the back of hers and it was almost filled. She started crying, and the teacher glared at me but that was the proudest moment of my life. That was the first time I got under her skin. I felt bad for making her cry, which I never understood since she made me cry all the time. I was always told it was because I was a better person than her. She would go on cruises with her family once a year and would say she’s “a new person”. But she never was, until fifth grade.