So in the 9th grade we were sitting in groups of 5 but unfortunately an uninvited guest made herself at home. I couldn’t stand her and still can’t stand her.

First of all she bullied me ever since we first met in the 6th grade but I still let it go but the 9th grade made me hate her.

I’m not a person to say I hate someone, dislike of course, don’t like or disapprove of but hate, never.

In the 9th grade there was a new girl and she said that she was the best in her previous school but after meeting me, I’ve made her feel small and I did apologize. I wanted her to be more comfortable and welcomed but guess my reputation made her small.

This girl lied about me saying that I think I’m better than everyone, I treat my friends like slaves, that I’ve gotten intimate with someone before, let me tell you that none of those are true, I think that everyone is equal, my friends are not my slaves, they just go with me everywhere and I’m still a virgin.

But the bullying got worse, she started calling me names, insulting me and saying that no one will want to marry me because I’m boring and don’t have a big butt. I don’t even want to get married and definitely not with someone who only looks at physical attraction.

Than one day we got our Afrikaans term 3 test scores and it was difficult but I got a 14 out of 30. It was so humiliating and than she started making comments saying that ”looks like the queen couldn’t keep up her lie” and that ” from grace to mud, hope you didn’t fall hard” and almost everyone was laughing at me.

I completely lost it when I got home. Imagine a girl with a skirt as short as hers, making my life a living hell. I broke a plate and a glass cup but my parents thoughts as it was one of my phases as I did get angry sometimes for no reason.

Than term 4 we had new sitting arrangements. I was sitting at the back with my three friends and one of her friends and she was sitting at the front. She wiggled her way to sitting at the back with us and I hated it.

One day in October I was doing my duty to inform the teacher who was causing trouble than she saw the list and than we started fighting. We were verbally fighting and deep inside I was saying ”sies” which means ”go back to your mother’s womb and come back clean” which she should do.

From that day I hate her as much as I Iove chocolate, which is a lot. How can you fight with me for doing my duty.

So than early November I was taking to my friends and I told them that in my yellow change bag I have R50 which I’ll use to buy my exam pad since we had issues with ream paper. I know she heard me as I saw that she was looking at the bag and me.

So at lunchtime she stole one of my friends’ R20 and gave her that same R20 and said she must give it back. So we decided to search her bag, good thing there was loadshedding. We found the missing pass out the I was looking for and for another R10 which was stolen. So after lunch we went back to studying.

So I felt tired of studying and carelessly left the change bag on the table but it was zipped close. Than I remembered that I forgot the change bag and when I went to fetch it, it was Zipped open.

When I checked, the R50 was missing. I started searching the bags but than I searched the bodies but when I found that R50 it was in her shirt pocket, how I know that it was mine, have you ever notice that paper money has numbers on them, I have a habit of writing down the numbers of the money that I own and the thing is, no money has the same code.

She started accusing me saying I’m trying to get her suspended and the teacher did ask for proof, firstly I made a point saying that she was the only person there and nobody passed by than I showed her my book where I record money codes with the day that I received the money and when we went to the camera room as the electricity was back.

Bam!

We caught the little thief red handed and it was her.

She got kicked out but I still hate her. I hate that she bullied me for all this time.

A bully is someone who has problems but I wasn’t born to tend to her.

So in the end I learned how to stand up for myself when attack at the right time. Never bully because you’ll be in trouble.

She showed me hell and I showed her god.