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 he would laugh out loud. It wasn't that normal type of laugh. Isas had a loud sarcastic painful type og laugh. I couldn't't get why he laughed that much. 'I don't get why you're laughing. Couldn't be more of a jerk.' I would say aggressively in my head with an annoyed face pretending not to feel hurt. I think I have this special talent,  pretending to be fine when in reality I want to go to someone and complain all day long. I guess 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 tone.
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 don't know how he realized that. I was so scared, but I said to him frankly '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 this important, life-changing decision that I made.

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NOTES
-It's not a typo, I wrote Facebaak instead of Facebook on purpose.
(The same way Japanese studios put WcDonalds instead of McDonalds)


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