In the Eyes of A Bully
Grade 9
Haven’t you seen the way he dresses? How he acts?




































It’s just not normal, okay. This is high school.




























What did he think we were going to do? Accept him? Not me.














Like that? No way.
I mean, really? Come on.





























You know what my older brothers would do if I ever acted half as weird, as strange as that kid?


They’d let me have it, and that’s all I was doing. Letting him have it, was all it was.

























And that’s not wrong, that’s not wrong at all.

In fact, that’s what you’re supposed to do when people don’t act like they’re supposed to.





You let them know it.
Grade 11
I thought of apologizing. Of explaining to them how sorry I was.








































But there’s no way, they’d want to see me. I mean who would?
And can you blame them?

































I just, I never thought he would take it so hard you know. It was just some stupid joke, Ok?








That’s all it ever was. It’s not like he cared, or seemed to anyways.





















He’d never get angry or cry, he’d just take it.
Just take it.


































Until I guess he just couldn’t take it anymore.
Grade 12
I wasn’t always like this, alone.












































People used to talk to me, everyone used to talk to me.




















I didn’t sit by myself in the cafeteria during lunch, or even in class.















I know it’s hard to believe, but I was the guy.





























You know the guy.

































The one who got invited to all those parties, dated the prettiest girls, had the coolest friends.


But, that was before.
Before the incident, before Matthew Jacobs.





















It was before the jokes, the fights, and the pranks.























It was before he took his life, before he decided he couldn't stand staying one more second on the same planet with me. It was before the tears, the anger and the pain.

It was before I was a bully.