The Bully

I thought my first year of kindergarten would be great because I was going to meet new friends and be able to go to the same school as my older sister Lupe. The year was 1995 when I started at Orangewood, but little did I know there was going to be someone to bring me down and change everything. I was in kindergarten when a girl named Maria first bullied me. Maria was known as the class bully and did not have a lot of friends. She was tall compared to her friends and our classmates.

Maria never had a direct reason why she would taunt me, but one day she took it too far. While I was playing on the bikes at recess Maria stopped right in front of me until I got off the bike. Her purpose was so I would not be able to play with my friends. As I was getting off the bike she decided to trip me and made me fall on the cement floor. But she did not stop there; she then grabbed my arm and left several dark bruises.

I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to be a tattle tale, and tell our teacher Mrs. Lopez. When I went home that day, my mom saw the bruises Maria had left on me. My mom yelled at me and told me, That she would kick my butt if I let her do that to me again. She told me to go back to school and defend myself in any way I could, and I did. The next day Maria tried to grab my arm again, but I remembered what my mom had told me which was to defend myself.

As she was going to grab my arm I moved away, but as persistent as she was she would not let go of me. I decided to defend myself for once. We got into this huge fight and were surrounded by the rest of our classmates. The playground monitor Margarita struggled to pass the crowd of children, but when she did She pulled us apart and took us to the principals office. We sat in the school's office until he spoke with us and called our parents.

When my mom arrived she was not angry simply because she knew what exactly was going on between Maria and me. We were not allowed to go the school the next day, but it was worth it in the end. Maria never bullied me again. I felt a sense of relief because I knew she was going to stop bullying me and I was able to enjoy the rest of my kindergarten year. Neither of us won the fight that day, but what I did win was the fact that I stood up for myself and she stopped bullying me.