Chapter 2:

Why was I bullied?

I am a magical boy and I find it boring


My name is Jun Zumokuta and I am 16 years old. I am currently in my second year of high school and I think my life has gotten better - kind of.
Before I entered high school, I was bullied a lot. I had a fake friend called Isas. He was my friend and my bully at the same time, and I had no other choice but to follow his orders and keep quiet because I felt lonely.
The other students in my class were terrible too. I don't really remember their names, but I know they didn't care about me a lot. They could clearly see that I was bullied, but they did nothing.

Isas was a really tall guy. It's normal he was taller - after all, he was older than me. I was tall too, but still shorter than Isas.

He made fun of me and my tastes. I was that guy that admired Magical Girl anime, and he would always say with his terribly annoying voice 'You like ×××××, huh?' and laughed with it. It wasn't that normal type of laugh. Isas had a loud sarcastic painful laugh. I didn't get why he laughed that much. 'I don't get why you're laughing' I would say agressively in my head with an annoyed face pretending not to feel hurt. I think I have this talent, that I can pretend I am fine when I really want to go to someone and complain all day long. And no, I am not exxagerating. I was always sensitive and I still am.

I don't want to go into details of my bullying. Isas made fun of my family, he stole my supplies and even though I did his homework everyday, he never thanked me. He would gossip about me. Once, I told him I was talking with a girl on Facebaak and he told everyone that I was dating her. I mean, that's not a big deal, but I felt sad that he exposed my secrets so easily with anyone.
I hated him so much. I was sure I didn't do anything to hurt him.
'Why was he bullying me?' That's still the question that echoes in my mind. Maybe he had family problems or had mental problems, but I was 100% sure that I was innocent.

I know I am probably annoying you with my story so I'll cut short - I decided to break up with him. It was hard. I was hoping he would break up with me instead.
I tried being annoying and not talking at all. I tried being boring and hoping he would find other friends (to bully, lol)
But he still would force me to hang out with him. Even though I didn't want to, I would go out. I had this fear of violence. He wasn't physically violent, but his words would make me overthink for days or months depending on the intensity of the words and the way his tone was.
I don't know how I found the courage. It was a sunny day in June.

I was at a hair stylist.
It was a small room with two big mirrors and a transparent glass door.
As I was trying to avoid eye contact with my reflection on the mirror, I saw outside the door.
He was out there. Waiting for me.
Isas didn't even say a word, but I felt the butterflies inside my stomach.

I got out.
He said: "Jun, you don't want to hang with me anymore, don't you?"
I was so scared, but I said to him 'Yeah, I don't.'
I listed all the reasons why I wanted to break up with him. I practiced saying those reasons in my head EVERY DAY. I imagined talking with him the way I was talking that moment.
'I will come again to discuss this properly some other time' he said.
'There will be no other time' I told him coldly, while entering at the hair stylist's again. I watched him slowly leaving.

That day, when I got home, I was so happy. "I finally did it!" I thought.
It wasn't that hard! I can't believe I let him bully me for so many years. I was always a coward, but not anymore. I felt proud with myself and went to sleep thinking about the important and life-changing decision I made.

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NOTES
-I wrote Facebaak instead of Facebook on purpose.
(The same way Japanese studios put WcDonalds instead of McDonalds)


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