Why do people have to be so mean…?
Yesterday, I heard a story about a little girl who is picked on every day because she has scoliosis and wears a brace on her back to help straighten out her spine.
Yesterday, I heard about a boy who’s a little heavy, and is getting made fun of and being called gay because he lost a bet and was dared to ask out another boy.
Yesterday, one of my younger friends told me that she was thinking about switching schools because she was getting bullied for being short.
Yesterday, I saw bad words written about a student on the wall in the girl’s room.
Yesterday, I thought, “Wow. this world can be really messed up sometimes.”
Why do people have to be mean? What satisfaction is there in calling someone names? Why do some people have to be so mean?
