A Story by Mary Ann, Age: 15

People can be so cruel sometimes. I don’t like sounding like every teenage girl ever but maybe the stereotype of the moaning teenager who thinks “nobody gets them” has something to do with others being dismissive of their feelings and what they’re going through. I don’t think people stop feeling that nobody gets them when they are older it seems that they just say it in different ways… and well since we are new to all the pain the world can offer we are less numb than we are expected to be. I don’t know if what I’m experiencing can be called bullying or not, and maybe I’m just “overreacting” as everyone insists but I needed to share this so here we go: I think I made my first mistake when I told my best friend that I have feelings for this guy who is a mutual friend. Long story short she goes on telling people the news, we get into a fight, and now we don’t talk. She was a rather popular girl which means no one’s interested in my side of the story. All they get to hear is how she wanted to help me get the guy I liked by making it obvious that I like him, so he’d make a move. Well, I was happy just liking the guy from a distance and even if I did want something to happen, I didn’t want it to go down the way it did. I really hated that school even before all of this. Now I even hate it more. A short while after, random people, that didn’t even talk to me before, started making sarcastic comments about either “growing a pair” and talking to the guy or came up to me and told me that I’m better off without him cause he’s such a loser. The cherry on top was when I guess he heard the rumor and came up to me in the cafeteria asking me (very loudly) why I had been telling everyone that we’re together. I told him the truth, but he didn’t believe me and now I’m thought of as the loony kid who clings to people who don’t even like her. Yesterday, our school counselor came up to me and asked if we could have a talk. We went into his office and lo and behold my mother was already there. They started beating around the bush by asking random questions about me being happy and telling me how I am loved and that I don’t need to seek attention. What they wanted to say was that I should respect other people’s boundaries and stop spreading rumors to seek attention. Yeah, sure. This time I didn’t tell them about what happened with Connie and how she was the one spreading the rumor in the first place. So now I get to go see a psychologist every month for something I haven’t done. I guess I learned my lesson to never trust people again.