Everything And Nonsense

Truman

The worst place since Marin and Beck.

You'd think I was mature enough to stop talking to myself now. At 12 years old, you don't have imaginary friends. You grow up. I did not grow up. My humor did apparently, because I laugh at "PP". I still do. Whatever. I waited in the office after mom left, and a lady took me to my classroom. Now, it wasn't regular classes since the whole "gifted" thing, so of course I was in special education once more. These kids stared the moment I walked in. Never liked that shit ever. It's why I hate being looked at for too long. My teacher's names were Mrs. Gutierrez, Mrs. Luber, and Mrs. E. What does the E stand for? I never knew. And neither will you. For all we know, it could mean Egg. These teachers were so nice. I had a therapist named Ms. Chamberlin, and she introduced me to a boy that I made good friends with. It was slightly easier making friends because I was now very tame. Not an asshole, just very quiet to protect myself from any bullies. Did it work? I don't know, read the last line of the last chapter. Remember Niyol? I ended up dating her. Loved her so much. This bitch I knew from 2nd grade kicked sand in her eyes. I was mad, but didn't revert to punching. Yet. This girl made my life a living hell, and she got a buddy to join in. Niyol gave me tips on how to stop her, but her ways were...disturbing. She talked about snapping necks. Murder basically. It was freaky. These girls, Brianna and Adeli, were absolute nightmares to be around in 7th grade. 6th grade was fine. But this one was horrible. Those feelings of suicide and intense depression came back. I literally made myself sick so my mom would let me stay home. My depression was at it's highest point. One time, Brianna snapped a rubber band at my face. It hurt. I was going through some stupid little phase and they made fun of me hardcore, pulling my hair and other shitty stuff. I made 2 friends: Steven and Mariah. They were neighbors, and I loved these guys like siblings. We no longer speak unfortunately. We don't have problems, just lost contact over time. Eventually one of the girls got an idea to get their friend to not only target me on the bus, but follow me off of said bus. She planned to beat me up, but I was either going down swinging or not going down at all. She kicked my ass. Mom was actually proud, oddly enough. We got ice cream after the fight happened. She thought I won the fight, but Jesus was that a miscalculation. Also, my classroom was like a second family to me. We were all friends, and they actually liked me. My cousin Thomas went to that school. Hopefully he had a better time than I did. He was one of the only other people I really hung out with at lunch aside from these girls who protected me from bullies. Eventually the bullying got so severe that, again, I was taken out. I came back in 8th grade, and by then, Covid was beginning to hit. Suddenly I was out of school again, only going online. I never saw my friends again. I still saw my cousin, but in 2020, shit really hit the fan and everything began to change. Also unfortunately I discovered Fortnite, but maybe it wasn't so bad considering everything achieved from a community of these players, more on that later. Whatever. I did literally nothing and still got out of middle school just fine. 9th grade would be one of the worst. We'll get to that soon. 2020 was an absolute shitty year for everyone. But god, every month it was something new and far worse than anything before.