The time I was bullied in school was elementary. Their names were Giselle and Jules. They affected me because I was already insecure about my eyes and they kind of made it worse by calling me really mean names. I feel like I would probably learn why they did what they did. Whether it is their family problems or they just are insecure about themselves. I feel that if I could say one thing to them, I would want to know why they did what they did. It is actually funny to me because one of the girls that bullied me, wanted to be my friend on snapchat. I accepted it at first and was like hey how have you been. She asked if I remembered her from elementary. The funny thing is I told her I didn’t want to be friends with a bully no matter if she had changed. Like there is no going back and redoing the past. Her words will forever hurt me and I always sometimes replay them in my head. She made me doubt myself and I questioned existing because of her. So no, I did not want to be friends with this girl.