The Beginning
How it all started
Heres how it all started
My bully story i mean
When i was seven, i was a nerdy girl . A different kind of nerd with big blue eyes, long blonde hair no glasses yet....
There was this guy named Brendan Glies, in the same class with me.. except that the guy was older. He was mean and rude to all. He always picked me as an easy target because i was quiet and conservative and never complained to anyone. He put lizards on my hair, honey in my bag, tripped me when i passed, called me crude names andall kind of nasty bully stuff. I never stood up to him because i knew that i would end up with a bloody body. I cried each day but nothing ever changed.
My eight birthday marked my rebirth: the birth of a whole new kind of animal, the birth of a bully....
I remembered it like a well edited story.
I was carrying my huge cake.. an expensive ten layered fruit cake. Brendan tripped me and i fell face down into my cake😟😟. Everyone laughed at me and Brendan poured egg, fish guts and drainage water on me . Gahhhh , couldn't even stand my stench. I got mad and blinded by icing and intestines. My brain flashed back to when i was sick and my mum said, "Angel, you cant depend on me coming to your school to fight for you. Its high time you get on your feet and show him the lion in you."
I saw myself charging towards Brendan with all my power . I could hear my schoolmates cheering snd sniggering " The wimp wanna fight the champ!" . I rammed into Brendan and floored him and beat him up. I felt soo good after beating him and i flounced out of the school, after proving my self untouchable.
I never knew that my ordeal didn't end that day. The idiot in company with his trolls barged into my house and...and😭😭 raped me!. I screamed till l was sore but no one could hear me. They left me broken and battered, dripping eggy-fishgutsy water, coated with icing and my own blood and they sprayed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" on my front door. That day, i promised my self i was gonna be tough and mean to everyone. I was gonna fend for myself and let no one bring me down. I didn't tell my mum what happened to me. I only turned myself into a monster just by dyeing my beautiful cheyenne blonde hair to a devilish unthinkable shade of black and cut it to stop at my back. Yup, no more booty long hair for me. At 8 i started wearing black and i resembled the sacred rihanna, except that i was mean and not so mysterious. My baby blues were a thing of the past as i applied black contacts. I became a monster. My mum , a single parent, thought her Angela, her angel was still there. But i wasnt , anymore. She encouraged me in my early stages when she saw me beating up people who hurt me first. But she saw my veritable monster as unthinkable...she didn't understand me again. She had lost her Angel. We moved to another city, Illinois, hoping that i would change but, no. I gad my rebirth complete. I was no more Angela .K. Rines.
I was now, Krishen Rines. No more angel for me.
And that's how my story started..
This is me, Krishen Rines and welcome to my story
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Hope you enjoyed the story so far😃😃. Feel free to vote and comment and feedbacks. My name is Angela Chris, im 14+, very nice and friendly. Feel very free to chat me up, ask questions and, y'know, just hang.
Happy reading!
Yours truly,
Angela Chris
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Ficção Adolescente"In my past life, I was always beaten , bullied and jeered at by none other than Brendan. But when I was eight, I beat him up. Imagine, an eight year old wimp beating up a fifteen year old boy and flouncing out of school. I was quite proud of my ach...
