....Okay, so today we had to work on a project with a group that our science teacher chose. I was okay with that. She divided our class into two groups, guys and the girls.
Some of the girls just watched us do the work. I helped. I did our homework like we were told to.
Today was a half day. When I was at lunch some of the girls were working on it. When I got back to go to my 6th period Algebra 1 math class, my friend, Olivia, told me that the girls were talking behind my back. Saying that I didn't help them, that I didn't do anything.
My reaction at first was that I was going to punch them all in the face and leave. But than I realized when the project is done on Monday, I won't have to work with them any more.
It's the weekend. My time to breath and to think and also to get homework done and turned in. Well my time to breath before Monday...again...
That day was already stressful for me. I was getting bullied by a lot of people. I haven't been telling anyone that I've been getting bullied. I figured I could do this by myself. I can't. I can't take their hurtful words in anymore. It hurts to breath. It hurts to think of myself as pretty anymore. They ruined me. And Monday I have to get bullied again. 😘..Well, goodnight for now...😘

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High School Reality!!
Non-FictionThis is about what I go through every day of school. I'll keep updating.