校園欺凌是每個人在校園生活中最不想看到、更不愿碰上的一團(tuán)烏云?？扇f一不幸被其籠罩，千萬不要灰心，一定要努力驅(qū)散這團(tuán)烏云帶來的陰影，因?yàn)殛柟饪傇陲L(fēng)雨后!

Middle School. For three long， hard years those two words meant only one thing to me: torture. It all started during my first week of school when I started taking the bus. My family was too poor to afford a car at the time， so that was my only way to get there without having to walk two and a half miles. As soon as I got onto the bus， things were different. The kids were acting like jerks1)!

Halfway to school， the kids had already started picking on2) the special needs kids who had been mainstreamed3) that year. They had already made fun of their looks and their weight when I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at David， the leader of the bullies4)， and said， \"Hey! Shut up! How would you feel if someone did that to you?\"

At that moment， I felt like I was on top of the world5). The kids who were being picked on looked at me as if I were their hero. Even the bus driver stopped the bus to look at me. I thought that I had stopped the teasing when suddenly David looked at me with a mean smirk6). \"I don't know，\" he said， \"How does it feel， FATTY?\" That was when I became the center of their torment.

Every day when I got on the bus， I had to deal with them. I had gum7) stuck in my hair， food thrown at me， and I was called the cruelest and most disgusting names. Sometimes， the bullies would even take my backpack from me and throw it outside. They would watch me run after it from the windows. As a result of all the bullying， my grades suffered terribly. I went from having all As and Bs， to having Ds and Fs8). I was miserable. All I wanted to do was go back to elementary school where I felt safe and happy.

When my mom finally bought a car， and was able to drive me to school， I thought that things were going to get better. I was wrong. I had become the bullies' little pet. They made fun of me every day in the hallway. They would wait for me to do something that they could tease me for. I had practically no friends because nobody wanted to hang out with the butt9) of everyone's teasing. I was all alone. I felt as if I were holding the weight of the world on my shoulders.

During this lonely period， I started writing. I would write horror novels and sequels and prequels10) to books that I had read. It was my only form of escape. One day， in Language Arts class， our assignment was to write a dragon slayer11) novel. Just when I was about done writing my story， the kid who sat next to me grabbed it and started to read it. I half expected him to tear it up when he looked at me and said， \"Hey， this is pretty good! My name is Ricky. You're Jennifer， right?\"

When Ricky said those words， he made me one of the happiest people in the room. That day， I felt like I was walking on sunshine. I had lunch with him and his friends that day. We talked about our favorite horror movies， books， and the math teacher that all of the sixth graders thought was evil. We also talked about the bullies. We all bonded together over how hurt we were by them. Somehow， we all understood each other. We could joke around and be ourselves and not try to fit in12).

After a whole long year of torment， I felt wanted. I was no longer being teased. It was finally over.

中學(xué)，在那漫長而艱難的三年之中，這兩個字對我來說只意味著“痛苦”。那一切都是從我乘校車上學(xué)的第一周開始的。那時(shí)我家很窮，買不起車，因此乘校車就成了我不必步行兩英里半去上學(xué)的唯一選擇。我一上車，情況就有了變化。一些孩子行為十分古怪。

車至中途，那些孩子就開始捉弄起那年和正常的學(xué)生在一起上課的身殘或智力有缺陷的孩子們。他們對那些孩子的長相和體重已經(jīng)大大嘲笑了一番，這使我實(shí)在忍無可忍。我看了看戴維——這群“小霸王”的頭兒，說道:“喂，閉嘴!如果別人這樣對你，你會覺得怎么樣?”

就在那一刻，我感覺自己無比偉大。那些一直被捉弄的孩子們看著我，仿佛我是他們的英雄。甚至連司機(jī)也停下車回頭看我。我本以為已經(jīng)制止了“小霸王”們的“惡行”，但戴維突然一臉壞笑地看著我?！拔铱刹恢溃彼f，“你感覺怎么樣啊，肥妞?”從那以后我便成了他們捉弄的“重點(diǎn)”對象。

此后，每天乘校車，我都不得不與他們糾纏。他們把口香糖粘在我的頭發(fā)上，朝我扔食物，還用最難聽、最惡心的名字辱罵我。有時(shí)，他們甚至把我的書包搶走扔出車窗外，而他們則透過車窗看著我沖出去找書包。由于受到這些欺侮，我的成績一落千丈。從起初全部A、B一路下滑到D甚至是F。我非常痛苦，真想重新回到讓我感到安全與快樂的小學(xué)。

等媽媽終于買了車，可以送我去上學(xué)，我想一切都會好轉(zhuǎn)?？晌义e了。我已經(jīng)成為那些“小霸王”們的“玩物”。他們每天都在走廊里取笑我。他們總是等著我做點(diǎn)什么，然后拿它取笑我。實(shí)際上我?guī)缀鯖]有什么朋友，因?yàn)闆]人愿意與我這個被眾人取笑的對象混在一起。我總是獨(dú)來獨(dú)往。我感覺整個世界的重量仿佛都壓在我的肩頭。

就在那段孤獨(dú)的日子里，我開始寫作。我會寫恐怖小說，也會給我以前讀過的書寫續(xù)篇或前傳。這是我唯一能逃避欺凌的方法。有一天在語言藝術(shù)課上，老師讓我們寫一篇關(guān)于屠龍者的小說。在我就要寫完故事的時(shí)候，坐在我旁邊的同學(xué)一把搶了過去，開始看了起來。我還以為他會把我的文章撕得粉碎。但是他卻抬起頭看了看我，說道:“嗨，故事真棒!我叫瑞奇。你叫珍妮弗，對吧?”

瑞奇的話使我感到自己成了教室里最快樂的人之一。那天，我感覺好像一直走在陽光下。那天，我和他以及他的朋友們共進(jìn)午餐，一起談?wù)撐覀冏钕矏鄣目植离娪?、圖書，還有所有六年級學(xué)生公認(rèn)很壞的數(shù)學(xué)老師。我們也談到了那些“小霸王”們。他們給我們帶來的傷害大家都感同身受。好在我們彼此理解。我們互相開玩笑，展示真實(shí)的自我，努力不去迎合他人。

歷經(jīng)了整整一年的苦悶，我終于被人接受了。我不再被人取笑。這一切終于過去了。