Another journal about the past and I wrote about the last 1/2 of 8th grade and all of 9th when I was bullied by "the hards" that's what we called the group of smoking bad girls. It was p.e. Class we were all running track and I stopped to ask teacher how much longer, she answered then asked me to tell the girls hiding behind tree to come out and run. I did what she said, I was a classic good kid who followed authority. I have thought about this later, she should have taken care of it herself instead of putting me in the middle. Of course the kids thought I ratted on them and threatened, clipped, tripped me for a year and a half. I was scared. My parents did nothing. My younger daughter same age started to get bullied, when I found out and school wouldn't do anything I drove her across town using a friends address to the best school. Amazing the things you learn. Obviously the fear already in me from my early years gave me no confidence to stand up to these girls.