Virtually Cursed

• Elita Pinto, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2014

The day I was born stars shot down to earth, planets fell out of alignment, the world stopped revolving and destiny ran for its life. I am eternally cursed and this is how. Firstly my legitimate father left me at an orphanage when I was born and divorced my mother for giving birth to a Satan spawn. It has been fifteen years since then and my life still has no meaning or no purpose.
Day in and day out I stare at my cell phone and dread every notification I receive. “You’re so fat and ugly. Your face is the size of Jupiter. You smell worse than a skunk.” 24/7, this is all I read and hear. Is it just because I’m not in the 'popular group', or because I don’t pull my skirt higher up for attention? Maybe it is the fact that I don’t wear the entire Maybelline warehouse to school. Visitors come to our school and tell us to stop cyber bullying and when I come home I find that people have posted mean comments and inappropriate pictures about me.
When I try to tell someone, they threaten me, they say that they will tell my mum my test results that I faked, or the number of detentions I got this week.
I have eternally become the target of all bullies, as though I walk around with a “bully me” sign on my back. My parents don’t seem to find cyber bullying harmful and say that’s it’s a part of life. I honestly look at myself every day in the mirror and hate what I see, because of the people that constantly remind me of my flaws. I’ve lost all my friends and even my best friend has started calling me nerdy toad face. I am sick of everything. I don’t look forward to the summer holidays because that’s when it reaches its height. I hide in the toilets during lunch, and during my favourite subject; P.E I pretend to have a stomach ache.
I have stopped feeling on the inside and my humanity is slowly dying. Physically I have no scars to show, but on the inside I am the only person who knows how bruised and beaten I feel. The only time I feel myself is when I am alone in my room speaking to myself, like right now. If this how life is supposed to feel like, then I don't want one.
I am no longer remembered by anyone, they’ve found a new target. Now that I look back I wish I had told someone. Who cares if my mum found out about my detentions! So what if I failed a test. At least they would know that my name was not Nerdy Toad Face, its Karma Stinson. I was not fat and ugly, I was who I want to be. I was not a whining coward; I was a cyber-bullying victim.
Make a stand against cyber bullying. It is real, so stop pretending that you are not! Your words can make a difference. Your actions could save a life and YOU could make a stand! Don't think you are nobody, because you are somebody and your actions could join with mine. To make a movement against cyber bullying!