When I was young I was bullied constantly. As I have said before... People just hate me... But I used to get dragged across the playground by a skipping rope tied to my wrist, or someone would pick me up by my pigtails. Yeah that stuff actually happened.
When I was in year 3/4 I started to rebel against the bullies. And I stood up for myself, pretty soon people were scared of me because of the music I listened to and the things I could do with my fist when I was angry.
When i was in year six, there was this girl called Areeba in my class, and she basically stole all my friends. So to get back at her, I challenged her... The first time, I made her a nose bleed and pulled out some of her hair... The second time. I think I fractured her finger and split her leg open... The third time. I fed her pork and made her puke all over the floor... Bear in mind that I got excluded for all of these things.
And this was all because I was a "trouble child"
YOU ARE READING
I'm just me...
Non-FictionMaybe I wanted to feel this way, maybe I didn't... But you didn't need to get in my way! -warning, contains possibly triggering material-
