Dealing with bullying is difficult in school. Bullying is where a person never had a perfect life or never thought the best about themselves and they take that anger out on an innocent person. My bully “Olivia”, (because using her actual name is never okay) had the title of mean; I hated her and I happened to get over it. She is the reason I disliked my seventh grade year because of her, which happened to be the year leaving my local town became a thought. Knowing that I would miss my friends, being bullied would never be worth staying at school. While talking myself out of it, I had doubts of the situation getting any better. Some different stages with overcoming a bully is the bullying experience, talking to someone you trust, and how you changed from then to now.
    

During the beginning of the year “Olivia” and I were friends, but as we went deeper into that year I could NOT stand her. It started on Instagram; she wrote hideous comments on some of my pictures. Seeing one made me feel upset. As I entered my parents’ room, I started to scroll down on my feed. Every comment I had seen, I broke down and started to ball my eyes out. My mom asked me what happened, I couldn’t talk through my tears. This situation started WAR. She would be a brat one hour and the next she would apologize. The same situation happened EVERYDAY.
   

As this continued, seeking help is what I required. Everyday I would come home either crying or upset that “Olivia” had started something again. Knowing it would cause more drama, I never wanted to approach a counselor. The only time the counselor had to be talked to, happened after the Instagram situation. My mom talked to him, telling him what happened and that “Olivia” said she had been “hacked”. After their talk, “Olivia” had to take down her Instagram. Later, seeking help came into play, it did not matter who from. Most of the help came from my mom.
   

As seventh grade started to come to an end, I planned my next year. Needing to get away from her, new friends is what I needed and wanted. Changing developed big time, with my personality and my attitude. In seventh grade I let “Olivia” push me around. After talking to my mom, she told me that I need to stand up for myself and not let her push me around. In seventh grade I had been weak and I hadn’t been a tough person. Since being in eighth grade I found my strength, and try to prevent having friends like that.
   

In conclusion, “Olivia” happened to be held back. I figured she focused more on the drama instead of her school work. I know that she did not change one bit. I changed; I changed because I could not live with her constantly bullying me. Being in the same class with her for anymore years happened to be too much. Since she is in a grade below me now, I can move on from her, stronger. I can leave middle school knowing she can’t mess with me anymore.