He would hit me with that funny joke and I handled like a man, it didn’t bother me. It finally worked, I was free from ever being hurt from the inside, and since I dealt with it he would be able to deal with, right? I started making jokes about him, but he never liked it one bit, he would even react with violence because he was so annoyed with him not being the dominant one anymore. He wouldn’t take the jokes, so I slowed myself down and thought about how and why he was making the jokes. All along he was just trying to impress all his friends, I tried to understand but all the memories just came flowing back.
Sure, all the girls were nice enough, and I had found people to sit with at lunch, but it all just made me miss my two best friends even more. I missed having crazy conversations at lunch, private jokes that only we got, and just having someone to hang out with after school. I had always loved school before because it was a place I got to be with my friends, but this year was different. This year I did not love school. In fact, I started to dread going to school the next day because I felt like an outsider.
However that didn’t stop my classmates from talking to me. They never judged me based off my looks, instead they judged me by my personality. I can be funny or quite standoffish depending on how I’m feeling that day. In eighth grade I did think looks mattered and I often found myself comparing my looks to others. But as I got in high school I realized that people should like me for who I am instead or judging me by my looks.
She was so scared of what's there's nothing to be scared of where your parents we are here for you that's what parents are for to help out their children and to love them and care for them no matter what situation it is. so then and there I told her partial all of my problems. I told her the it was bullying. so many kids at school would tell me harsh things to my face and also secretly but I was right by them and I could still hear and every word that came out of their mouth hurt me more and more. so she's tried so hard to tell me ignore them and if you want to go talk to the principal or your teacher to tell those kids to stop bullying you.
She immediately got an expression on her face that looked as if I had just told her a disturbing horror story. “You’re so annoying, this is why I don’t talk to you anymore. You don’t find anything funny,” she yelled to me as everyone was struck back by the scene she just made. I was bombarded with these hateful words that made me realize they all knew I was getting left out, but they said nothing to prevent it. Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me?
Walking down the hallways, I was terrified. People looked at me funny. I walked into the gym and up the stairs where my grade sat. Walking up, trying not to trip, I heard someone say, “Oh look we have a new girl.” I never thought I was going to be the new person. No one talked to me, and they all looked at me like, “who does she think she is?” This was a substantial change for me.
I saw you in the hall I saw you in the hall today, talking to that guy again, all I wanted to do was tell you how bad he is for you. I am still waiting for the day you reallize I am the one for you. The first time I met you, when you sat down beside me in lab and asked if I would be your partner because yours had bailed, it was as if my whole world suddenly lit up. We talked and talked and laughed out loud the teacher had to kick us out, only for us to continue talking and laughing in the hall, way better than class. That day you invited me over after school and we spent the whole evening just talking, completly ignoring our homework and responsibilities.
I spent my life like this up until my freshman year of highschool; of course, I had made some friends, but I still didn’t like to talk to people I didn’t know all too much about. Two of my friends changed this during my freshman year, they were the opposite of me and were incredibly social. Because of how