The bully who didn't stop

The start

Hi, my name is stiles stillinski and this is a story about how I was bullied everyday by a girl called Lydia martin. But first I'm going to tell you how it all started.

The bullying all started in third grade, I was new to beacon hills and I had no idea who anybody was at the time and I was a little shy to just walk up and say hi to someone, besides I was only in third grade so I think I have a good enough excuse for not talking to anyone.

When class started on the first day as I was taking my seat a young boy came and sat next to me and introduced himself, "hi I'm Scott" he said, I was very nervous at the time but I had a feeling that Scott and I would become good friends so I finally got the courage to say hi to him and since then we have been best friends.

Scott and I loved sport so much we spoke about it all the time and when we get to grade six we can finally tryout for lacrosse and become one of the cool popular kids that we see walking past us everyday. There was only one problem, as much as we both love sport we weren't very good at it at all so we had a lot of training to do before grade six.

Anyway back to the main point of my story about how I was bullied all day everyday for most of my school life by a girl called Lydia Martin.
On the first day Lydia walked in with two of her friends behind her, it was just like she was the new Regina George of North Shore high school but this time it was beacon hills.
I found out a few days later that everyone looked up to her and they were all trying to be friends with her but she kept pushing them away. Her two best friends, Allison and Kira were a lot nicer than she was they would say hi to me as I walked by them but when Lydia herd she would turn around and give me some weird death stare then call me some stupid name.
Every time she looked at me I was worried about what she was going to say to me or what she might call me.

At the time I never told dad about the bullying because it would cause more drama so I left it and just got on with my life like she wasn't even their. And my dad was never really home anyway I was mostly home with the baby sister because dad would work really late so he didn't really have time to ask me how my school life was going even if I was only in grade three he still wouldn't have a problem with me not telling him every thing.

All through grade three the bullying hadn't stopped no one else ever got bullied by her but me, maybe I was doing something wrong to make her be mad at me or maybe for some odd reason she just didn't like me I never really knew.

Hi guys hope you like my first part to my story, sorry it's quite short I'll try and make them longer.
Please let me know if you like it or not and I will hopefully be posting each chapter every day.
Thank you!!