We moved into our home the summer before my youngest daughter started first grade. In our old house, she was the Queen of Kindergarten. Everyone loved her, everyone wanted to be friends with her. Her smile lit up a room. She knew how to work a crowd, even at a young age. Grown ups and kids were drawn to her, they wanted to be near her.
First grade started uneventfully. During the first conference, I was told by her teacher that my daughter was the type of girl who would be Homecoming Queen her whole life. She had a bazillion friends and not one single enemy.
Her life was glitter and rainbows. She was the reason. She WAS rainbows and sparkles.
In 2nd grade, things began to change.
There was a girl. A very, very jealous girl. She started causing problems for my daughter. She began circulating rumors, telling my daughters friends that she heard that my daughter didn’t like them. This girl began driving major wedges into my daughters friendships. Wedges that continued to grow.
This girl, she didn’t let up. Her emotional bullying was on a daily basis. She told lies and somehow was able to manipulate these classmates into believing and defriending.
I found out that this girl wasn’t just doing this to my daughter. She had other victims. I learned of this when I reported it to the elementary school. It was noted in this evil seeds file.
The torture never let up. There were times when it did and during those quiet periods, my daughter felt it was in her best interest to keep her enemy close. She hung out with her. I even allowed this wretch into my home because that way, I could keep an eye on her. This girl was sneaky though, she did things like steal passwords to other friends Webkinz accounts in order to steal their things and then, blamed it on my daughter. This girl loved to see what she could get away with, always blaming the kid she was hanging out with. And, her parents believed her. Of course. But, I truly believe they live with their heads up their tuchases.
Well, my daughter is now in 8th grade. The beginning of the year was quiet enough. In fact, it seemed like it had completely ceased. I almost began thinking that this girl outgrew her vile ways.
She’s at it again. Telling my daughters friends how unliked my daughter is, that no one likes her and her BFF at their school. She doesn’t stop the emotional torture when she leaves the school grounds, either. She takes it to dance, Sunday School, other friends houses. It’s almost like her mission is to destroy other classmates spirit so that she can be the reigning Evil Queen.
I have reported it to the school. Again.
They are watching this girl. Still. For years now.
Nothing has been done though. Great school system we have here. Many parents have been complaining about her yet…she still walks the halls with our children, eats with them at lunch, learns with them in the classroom and then, goes home and torments them via text and FB.
I haven’t done enough to protect my daughter from this monster child. I’m getting to the point where I’m going to confront the parents. Although, when the elementary school Principal and Social Worker did, the Mom just shrugged it off and told them that it’s their problem, they need to deal with it…if it’s even true. I know what she said, I was friends with the mom for a couple of years. And trust me when I tell you, apples don’t fall far from trees.
We told my daughter that if, by mistake, she say…tripped this girl in the hallway…and got suspended, she wouldn’t be in trouble.
If this girl doesn’t stop trying to destroy my child and some of her friends, I will take legal action.
I know I’m not the only mother who can’t stand this girl. Yet, so many of the kids are friends with her. Most likely, because they prefer to remain on her good side because they’ve witnessed her evil side.
She’s a manipulating, evil child and I keep trying to reinforce to my daughter that it’s not her, it’s that thing. Yes, I’m being mean but, I can’t help it. I can’t say anything nice about her. She’s disgusting.
I will not allow this Bad Seed to destroy my daughter anymore. My daughter has been traumatized. Her rainbow has faded. Her sparkles have lessened. And I hold this girl responsible.
Bullying of ANY FORM should NOT BE TOLERATED. The school district should have done something years ago.
I should have done something years ago.
I’m doing something now. I’m speaking out. I’m going to fight for the color of my daughters rainbow and sparkles.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.