Why Isn’t Something Done?


That’s my topic right now, bullying. Bullying and why nothing is done about it. Sure, people talk about doing something about it, but rarely is something ever truly done about it.

Bullying is a serious issue that should not be overlooked. One in four students are bullied in school on a regular basis. Not just once in their life, but on a regular basis. This means they are getting constant abuse. Bullying can lead to anxiety, depression, self-harm, and even suicide.  Sometimes it is also the cause of grades dropping. Some kids are terrified of going to school or any social events.

Bullying comes in all shapes and forms. 

The sad part is that only 15 percent of the bullying cases, no action is taken against it, no prevention is used to try and stop it.  Read that number again. 15 percent. That means that 85 percent of the people who are getting bullied, don’t have anyone defending them.

A lot of schools say they are anti-bullying. If that’s so, why are there so many kids getting bullied? There’s such a lack of intervention and it’s disgusting. 

Do you know how many times I’ve heard that “kids will be kids” or that “I didn’t see it so I can’t do anything about it.”

There’s a girl in my school who has been going out of her way to make my life miserable. She will talk about me behind my back, spread every secret she has about me (which is a lot,) call me names, personally try to kill my self-esteem, make fun of how I look, and shun me from groups.  I talked to her about it and tried to resolve it, but that didn’t work. So I talked to my mom, who in turn brought it up with the school’s superintendent.

The superintendent said that several other mothers had come to her with issues about the same girl.  Apparently she had been bullying a lot of girls too. I don’t know these other girls seeing as how I’m new to the school, so it’s not like we all went to her to get her in trouble as a sneaky plan. The superintendent’s response to my mom’s concerns? “I’ll keep an eye on it.”

I don’t think that was the right way to handle the situation. Even a word could help the situation. Telling the bully that they need to back off could help so much. That could be the solution in some situations.

Still, nothing is done. Nothing is done when my twelve year old brother is being bullied. He’s the smartest, most creative, and most inventive kid I know. Still he’s bullied. Nothing is done with my nine year old brother is being bullied by kids. He’s the kindest, most compassionate kid I know. Why is nothing done? They come home crying from school. Isn’t it supposed to be “safe?”

Even when its the teacher being bullied, nothing is done. In my last post I talked about how some girls in my class were making fun of my substitute teacher. That is bullying. It was obviously one of the substitutes first times teaching, and the girls made it horrible for her. She was almost in tears when she sat down at her desk. Nothing was done about these girls. Not by their peers, not even by the substitute who has the authority to do something. I didn’t do anything and honestly that kills me. Am I really that weak?

I’ve been bullied constantly throughout my life. Every town I’ve lived in, I’ve been bullied. I usually got bullied verbally, sometimes physically, but it would especially come from over the internet or texts.

Gotta love social media..right?

One of my favorite things is that its so much easier for people to say horrible and mean things. (That was sarcasm in case you didn’t catch that.)

People who don’t even know you can say that you’re fat, ugly, annoying, stupid, awkward, or weird. Even better, its easier for people to gang up on someone.

There’s subtweets and facebook fights. There’s cruel status’ and texts. Once something is said you can’t take it back. Once it’s been shared its out there.  Sure you might be able to delete someone before someone sees it, but that’s actually hard to do.  Someone is bound to see it, and someone is definitely bound to be hurt by it.

These things hurt people. Some people may be able to brush it off, but others, it consumes their minds, their lives, and their happiness. KIDS kill themselves because of bullying. My brother, when he was maybe nine or ten wanted to die because of the things that were being said about him. He wasn’t even in high school yet. When I was twelve I started cutting. Some people found out and made fun of me for it.

If someone is hurting or self-conscious about something, why is it okay to be cruel to them? Why is it okay to break people until they’re nothing? Why does there have to be so many fake smiles and hidden scars?

Why why why is nothing done?




I Want to be Passionate

I want to be fiery. I want to be passionate. I want to defend people. I WILL defend people. I don’t care if you hate me for it. I don’t care if you think there’s a better way to be going about it. It doesn’t work. I will call you and anyone else out on being cruel to someone. I will yell at you. I don’t care. Making fun of someone? That’s not okay. Hurting someone because you can? That’s not okay. I don’t care who you are. I will stand up to you.

I’m done. 

The other day in class we had a substitute teacher. I’m a senior in high school and this class was with a bunch of 9th graders. Usually they’re rowdy and don’t pay attention, I get that. I don’t like it, but I get it. However, they weren’t just rowdy. They weren’t just not paying attention. They were being rude, cruel, and disrespectful. 

They made jokes about her looks. Apparently she had a mustache, so they called her out on it. She warned them multiple times that if they didn’t respect her, she wouldn’t teach them. They never quit. By the time she sat down at the desk she was almost in tears. It was obvious that this was one of her first times teaching. She told us that anyone who wanted to learn could come over and she would teach them, so I went over to her and tried to comfort her. This got me nasty looks from people.

Now hold up a second. Seriously, just because I’m not following in your footsteps that means I should get glared at and be the butt of your jokes? Alrighty then.

I regretted not saying anything while they were making fun of her. I was too scared to that day. The next day though? They hadn’t done their homework and told our teacher that the substitute refused to teach us.

That was it. That was the last straw. I yelled at them. 

“No, she tried to teach us, YOU didn’t let her teach us. She warned you multiple times that if you kept it up, she wasn’t going to bother teaching to people who obviously didn’t want to listen anyways.”

This got me a lot of nasty looks, but I felt good. I don’t want to be the girl who just lets things happen to people around her and never stand up for them. I want to be fiery. I want to be passionate. I want the truth out there. I don’t care who you are.. You can’t tell a lie that will hurt someone and expect me to be okay with it.

I don’t care if I get those nasty looks anymore. Because for one moment, maybe, just maybe, I’m doing something right. 

Now my question is: why isn’t something done about this?


Am I Horrible?

Does this make me horrible? Am I a bad friend?

My best friend thought it was a good idea to talk to the guy I like. Not just friendly talking. But instead staying up until two every night to talk to him. To flirt with him.

They hid it. They both hid it. They both knew exactly how I felt about him.

So am I horrible for being angry with her? She liked him. She didn’t even know who he was. I’ve known him and loved him for almost a year now. She moved in. Just because.

So does it make me horrible to be angry and not trust her? Is it horrible for me to tell her to stop or I’m leaving? It’s killing me…


Swing My Heart Across The Line

So this is me..actually trying to write.. Fanfiction D: For any of you who don’t know who Rose and Scorpius are, they’re from Harry Potter. Rose is Ron and Hermione’s daughter, and Scorpius is Draco Malfoy’s son. Enjoy! :3

Rose looked at the clock. 2:00 A.M., he said he would call. He said he would tell her if he chose her. She wanted him. No. She needed him.

It was selfish, she knew that. But he was the only guy for her. He had followed her into the muggle world when she had wanted to get away from it all. He was the one who had comforted her throughout Hogwarts. He was the only one who had allowed her to be completely herself. She had nothing to prove to him. She was just Rose. No labels to hide behind. No lies to tell. He knew her for who she was.

His arms wrapped tightly around her. It was graduation day and she was crying about leaving it all behind. She didn’t want it to end. He began to stroke her hair and whisper comforting words in her ears. She hugged him tighter and he looked down at her with the expression of complete adoration in his eyes. Except she hadn’t known that yet.

A few months later she told him about her plans to leave the wizarding world. The pressure from being the daughter of two of the three in the golden trio was getting to be too much. Everyone judged her by her last name. Now that she had left Hogwarts, the attention was on her. Lily and James relished in it, Albus tried to deal with it, and Hugo hadn’t experienced it. Rose though? She couldn’t stand it. She always had been the quiet one who avoided attention anyways.

She told him and only him that she was leaving. Rose didn’t want him to follow, but he was her best friend. He needed to know. He followed her despite her original protests.

She had been blind. Even then Rose hadn’t noticed his love for her. Sure, she was book smart, but she’d never been good with social interactions. It wasn’t until after they had moved in together that she had even began thinking about him in that way. Even then she wasn’t totally sure what anything he did meant.

He had come in drunk, which for him was quite strange. It was just after she and her muggle boyfriend, Josh Haskins, had announced their engagement. It really should have been a hint, but she was so so blind to his feelings.

He walked in screaming and yelling at her, so different from his normal demeanor. It was frightening her a bit, but he had promised that he would never hurt her, and she trusted him.

“Are you seriously that stupid Rose? Does he even know you at all? Does the prat even know that you’re a witch? What’s going to happen when he finds out!” His eyes grew wild and he shouted louder. ” You can be so dimwitted sometimes! You take no concern of the consequences of your actions.”

“What the hell? What have I done? Josh loves me, and I him. Honestly he will understand, but in case you haven’t noticed I’m not really in the wizarding world anymore. I left that behind me. You’ve always had something against him, what is your problem?”

He stalked towards her and she backed away slowly.

“You. Rose Bloody Weasley. You’re my problem.”

Her back hit the wall, but he kept advancing. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but instead a pair of lips descended on hers. It wasn’t passionate or sweet, but dear mother of Merlin. This kiss was everything she needed. His lips were harsh and demanding against hers and she soon found herself stuck between his hard chest and the wall.

His hand tangled itself in her hair while his other slid up her leg slowly, jolting her back to her senses.

“Wait. I-I have Josh.” She managed to stutter out.

He didn’t take any notice of her half-hearted protests though and took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned. How was his tongue this good? Rose wondered what else that tongue of his could do. A fire coursed through her veins and she shuddered. Everything about him was excellent.

She ran her fingers through his silky hair, tugging slightly on the blond strands. His hands weren’t as controlled though. They were on her hips, on her thighs, running up her sides, grabbing her backside. His hands were everywhere and Merlin’s beard did it feel good.

Then his hands grasped the back of her head and pressed her deeper into his kiss. She moaned out his name when suddenly he released her and took a step back.

“Piss off Weasley.”

All at once everything changed. All at once all of his warmth was gone and she was left standing alone in a daze.

They never spoke of that even again. Hell, they hardly talked at all. The apartment became silent and awkward. Any of the laughter that had been there was gone. Life moved on for them. Rose and Josh began to plan their wedding. She wasn’t happy though, and he saw that. Maybe that’s why he ended up cheating on her.

Rose was devastated. Both of them had left her. Both had chosen other girls over her. He had moved out of the apartment now. She needed him though, no more than ever. For months she tried to call him. He never answered.

Every moment they had, every gesture he made, they all flashed before her. He loved her, or he had. How had she been so blind? Every move he made was screaming with his love. Every touch had burned with it.

And now it was gone. Rose ached for it. She didn’t know she had it, but now she ached for it. She ached for him.

Finally, after months of trying, he finally picked up the phone. Everything came out at once. She loved him, she had been blind, and that she wanted him to come home.

“I’m sorry Rose, I just-I can’t. I think it’s too late for us. You hurt me, you didn’t even consider me. I moved on.”

That hurt, but she wasn’t giving up. They were meant for each other weren’t they?

His voice sounded strained, “I love you, and I’ll always love you, but I have Hannah now. Rose, I can’t, and I don’t think I want to.”

He couldn’t mean that. So she tried again.

“Please, just consider me. You have feelings for me for a reason, at least consider me this time. I know I’ve been dumb, I know I’ve been stupid and dimwitted. I’ve been ignorant and inconsiderate. I’m so terribly sorry for everything, but please, for me, for our past, consider me.”

He sighed on the other end of the line. “Alright. I’ll call you later, but Rosie, I don’t know.”

“Just..consider me. Okay? For once, I’m begging. Consider me. I didn’t know it then, I love you, and I know you love me too.”

So here she was, sitting and waiting by the phone. She’d been here for hours, but the phone never rang. Rose wished she could go back. There was a time when he and her had been inseparable. There had been a time when he had chosen her, and she wished she could have kept it that way. He might have loved her, but she wasn’t the better choice. He had someone, it just wasn’t her anymore.

Everything that they could have been, never was.

Scorpius’ call never came.