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Hey there! Thanks for clicking on my story! I promise to make this an interesting one. Now I know you’ve read the title and you’re probably thinking that there was some mean girl at high school picking on me and making my life miserable.
Promise not to laugh when I tell you who my real bully was.
Promise?
Okay. It was my little sister Melanie. She was twelve years old and I swear she was like the child of Satan himself. Satan and a really horrible woman because I swear, I couldn’t understand how we had the same parents and similar genes. We were SO different.
I was sixteen years old so we only had four years between us. I was bigger, taller and smarter. But you don’t need to be big to be a bully. You just have to be mean – and that was Melanie.
But before I continue my story, would you please like the video and subscribe to the channel? It would mean a lot to me if you hit that notification bell too! Thanks! You’re the best!
Now, you’re probably wondering what this twelve year old could have done to me that was so horrible. There’s just so much! Where do I even start? I’ll start by giving you some different situations.
When she was four and I was eight, she started hitting me. She did this when my parents were not looking and they’d never believe me when I told them what she was doing. Sometimes she’d just be like
“Hey Katie, turn around! Look what I brought you!”
and I’d turn around and she’d just smack me in the face with a handful of mud.
I didn’t hit back because I was supposed to be the older one and I was a really calm person who never liked violence. But one day I really couldn’t take it anymore. We were sitting, watching TV and her favorite show had just finished. I took the remote because I wanted to watch something else (it was my turn after all) and she pulled it back from me and hit me in the face with it. I pulled it back from her and did the same to her – harder because I was bigger.
She started screaming and wailing all the way upstairs to my parents who scolded me for being a horrible big sister.
“But she hit me first!”
“That’s not true. Melanie would never hit anyone. She’s such a good girl!” My mom was delusional.
My dad looked a bit suspicious but he didn’t say anything to her. And I was grounded. But that was fine because I didn’t like going out anyway. I liked to sit in my room and read.
But Melanie just became more and more annoying. She’d always eat my snacks and she left her toys everywhere. She’d scream at me so I’d pick them up. I don’t know why I was so soft – but I just was and I listened to her.
As we got older, she pretended to be too young to do any chores and she left everything for me to do! And she just continued becoming more and more evil. Sometimes, if I said or did something she didn’t agree with, she’d barge into my room and destroy my stuff. I’ll never forget this super cool solar system model I had created for our science fair the next day. I was sure my teacher would be so impressed and proud of me. Well do you know what Melanie did? She pulled out all the planets and stepped on them! It was too late to do another one and I was just devastated. I was so devastated that I cried all night and my mom didn’t believe me. She thought I destroyed it by myself. But that made no sense.
Sometimes my dad would stand up for me when Melanie was being wicked but I just wished he’d do it more often.
So fast-forward a bit to when I was in high school and Melanie was just starting Middle School. Now, I didn’t really mind Melanie’s awfulness as much when it didn’t affect my social life at school but what she did next made me realize it was time for a change.
In the morning, I’d usually lay the clothes I intended to wear on the bed then I’d go to shower. So that particular morning I put on my clothes after I left the shower and went straight to school. I noticed Melanie laughing a bit but I figured that she was just being stupid as usual.
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Hey there! Thanks for clicking on my story! I promise to make this an interesting one. Now I know you’ve read the title and you’re probably thinking that there was some mean girl at high school picking on me and making my life miserable.
Promise not to laugh when I tell you who my real bully was.
Promise?
Okay. It was my little sister Melanie. She was twelve years old and I swear she was like the child of Satan himself. Satan and a really horrible woman because I swear, I couldn’t understand how we had the same parents and similar genes. We were SO different.
I was sixteen years old so we only had four years between us. I was bigger, taller and smarter. But you don’t need to be big to be a bully. You just have to be mean – and that was Melanie.
But before I continue my story, would you please like the video and subscribe to the channel? It would mean a lot to me if you hit that notification bell too! Thanks! You’re the best!
Now, you’re probably wondering what this twelve year old could have done to me that was so horrible. There’s just so much! Where do I even start? I’ll start by giving you some different situations.
When she was four and I was eight, she started hitting me. She did this when my parents were not looking and they’d never believe me when I told them what she was doing. Sometimes she’d just be like
“Hey Katie, turn around! Look what I brought you!”
and I’d turn around and she’d just smack me in the face with a handful of mud.
I didn’t hit back because I was supposed to be the older one and I was a really calm person who never liked violence. But one day I really couldn’t take it anymore. We were sitting, watching TV and her favorite show had just finished. I took the remote because I wanted to watch something else (it was my turn after all) and she pulled it back from me and hit me in the face with it. I pulled it back from her and did the same to her – harder because I was bigger.
She started screaming and wailing all the way upstairs to my parents who scolded me for being a horrible big sister.
“But she hit me first!”
“That’s not true. Melanie would never hit anyone. She’s such a good girl!” My mom was delusional.
My dad looked a bit suspicious but he didn’t say anything to her. And I was grounded. But that was fine because I didn’t like going out anyway. I liked to sit in my room and read.
But Melanie just became more and more annoying. She’d always eat my snacks and she left her toys everywhere. She’d scream at me so I’d pick them up. I don’t know why I was so soft – but I just was and I listened to her.
As we got older, she pretended to be too young to do any chores and she left everything for me to do! And she just continued becoming more and more evil. Sometimes, if I said or did something she didn’t agree with, she’d barge into my room and destroy my stuff. I’ll never forget this super cool solar system model I had created for our science fair the next day. I was sure my teacher would be so impressed and proud of me. Well do you know what Melanie did? She pulled out all the planets and stepped on them! It was too late to do another one and I was just devastated. I was so devastated that I cried all night and my mom didn’t believe me. She thought I destroyed it by myself. But that made no sense.
Sometimes my dad would stand up for me when Melanie was being wicked but I just wished he’d do it more often.
So fast-forward a bit to when I was in high school and Melanie was just starting Middle School. Now, I didn’t really mind Melanie’s awfulness as much when it didn’t affect my social life at school but what she did next made me realize it was time for a change.
In the morning, I’d usually lay the clothes I intended to wear on the bed then I’d go to shower. So that particular morning I put on my clothes after I left the shower and went straight to school. I noticed Melanie laughing a bit but I figured that she was just being stupid as usual.
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