Want to stomp out bullying? Join us as we spread awareness
during the month of October for National Bullying Prevention Month. We’re
starting the storytelling with an excerpt from Chicken Soup for the Soul:
Just for Preteens:
“The Bully and the Braid”
By freelance writer and former bullied elementary school
student Courtney Conover
“Somebody’s gonna get beat up,” announced May Jordan while
casually leaning against the monkey bars. Frozen by fear, the group of students
surrounding May silently hoped that her latest victim wasn’t among them, but
they knew full well that there was always a chance.
“We’ll see after school,” she said
before flexing her large muscles for effect. Meanwhile, I hugged my Cabbage
Patch Kid on a nearby bench, trying desperately to ignore the lump in my
throat; it now felt the size of a small tangerine. I couldn’t wait for recess to end.
I loved school, I really did. But since May had transferred in, Elliott
Elementary had become an uncomfortable place. At approximately five feet eight
inches, May was the tallest kid in our fifth grade class, and, in fact had
already sprung well above every student in the school. Although her height was
intimidating, it wasn’t a problem --
her attitude was. No part of the student population was beyond the reach of May’s menacing taunts: She routinely hurled
insults at innocent third graders who were too afraid to defend themselves; she
blatantly bullied boys during gym class; she even threatened to snatch the
patches off the sashes of Girl Scouts.
After carefully looking over their shoulders so as to ensure that May wasn’t within earshot, many students contended
that she was all bark and no bite. But I wasn’t
so sure. I had managed to fly under May’s
radar -- and I wanted to keep it that way. But all that changed when I showed
up for school one morning with a new (albeit unoriginal) hairstyle. Apparently,
by wearing my hair in a French braid, I had managed to change my fate.
It all started when my best friend, Jaime, said my hair looked nice. I noticed
May’s piercing glare -- and it made
me uncomfortable -- but I remained focused on my math worksheet. Then came May’s daunting proclamation as she passed me
in the cafeteria:
“Nice braid. Somebody might cut it off.”
I was scared. But what really sent me into a tailspin was when May, who was now
clear across the room, moved her fingers to imitate a pair of scissors in
motion. My stomach dropped to my knees, and I immediately came up with a plan,
which involved hiding out in the bathroom at the end of the school day so as to
avoid running into May on the walk home.
I awoke the next morning with a start and scurried to the bathroom to watch my
mother get ready for work. Although my watching her had become routine, she
knew something was up.
“What’s wrong, Courtney?” my mother
said, while sweeping the apples of her cheeks with blush.
“Nothing,” I replied.
Tell me the truth,” she persisted.
“May Jordan wants to cut off my braid,” I sputtered with a mouth thick with
saliva; tears began to fall.
“She’s a bully,” my mother said
earnestly while taking my chin in her hand. “She thrives on making others
scared, that’s all. Don’t be afraid of her, Courtney. If she can
see that you’re not afraid, she will
stop. I’ll bet she’s like everybody else -- she just wants
to fit in and make friends. Perhaps she just doesn’t know how.”
I rolled my mother’s words around in
my head. She did have a valid point. May wasn’t
so great at making friends. Maybe -- just maybe -- underneath all that
toughness was a regular fifth grader who simply wanted to be liked. Did I have
what it would take to befriend May? I wasn’t
sure, but I wanted to find out.
Later that morning, I told Jaime that I had made the tentative decision to talk
“You’re crazy,” she said. “Do you
know what she could do?”
“Maybe not,” I replied. I didn’t
quite believe my own words, but I realized that, for the first time, my
curiosity outweighed my fear.
After lunch, I approached May at the pencil sharpener and went for broke: I
invited her to come to my house after school. “We could walk home together, if
you’d like. Maybe watch the
Nickelodeon channel?” I offered. (I’d
be lying if I didn’t admit that I
was somewhat pacified by the idea that I’d
be on home turf, under the watchful eye of my parents, where little could go
wrong.) Still, I was proud that I had extended the invitation.
Then, something unprecedented happened. Something that I would not have
believed had I not seen it with my own eyes. May smiled. And then she said yes.
I don’t remember
what we watched on television, or what my mother prepared for our after-school
snack. But I do know that I went from ruing the day I wore a French braid to
school to realizing that it had become the catalyst for a new friendship.
May Jordan never bullied me again, and, in fact, we became pretty good friends.
After spending countless afternoons at my house, I quickly realized that, yes,
underneath the tall girl’s armor was
an insecure fifth grader who wanted nothing more than to be accepted.
I’ve since learned that the old
adage, you can’t judge a book by its
cover, certainly rings true, and that someone who looks different on the
outside can really be just like you.
Ready to share your own story about being bullied, being
the bully or stepping in to stomp out bullying? Email it to email@example.com and put "Stomp Out Bullying" in the subject. We’ll be picking stories to feature on
girlslife.com all October long to spread awareness. Please include your first
name, last initial and age. If you want your story published anonymously, just
let us know!
Win big! We’re also
giving away 3 copies of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Preteens
All you have to do to enter is send us your story—you’ll be automatically
entered to win. Sorry! One entry per person, even if ya send in multiple
stories. The winners will be chosen randomly and emailed for their mailing
address so we can send you your prize.
BY BRITTANY TAYLOR ON 10/13/2011 2:44:00 PM
POSTED IN giveaway, bullying 101, how to deal with a bully, I'm a bully, express yourself, you wrote it, poetry, short stories