When I was in high school, in my teeny tiny town, in my teeny tiny high school, I did what I was expected to do. I was a cheerleader for two years. And I was bullied by my “teammates” (and I use that term loosely). They’d (sometimes) be nice to my face and then as soon as my back was turned they’d be whispering and snickering, or worse, thumping me or throwing things at me.
I guess I had it pretty good though. I had a support system (and a Coke can bong) that a lot of bullied kids don’t have. We were all outcasts and misfits but I think most of us wanted it that way. And even though I caught a lot of crap from these girls who were supposed to be teammates, I took enormous strides not to let it bother me.
So… sucky answer but it’s the best I’ve got. Until later.