One of the best spies in the United States suffers Post Traumatic Stress breakdowns and almost dying on the job. She goes back to her hometown to spend winter break with her family members and to take care of her mental health. Things are going well...
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I made it back to Dale City, Virginia. The city where I spent most of my life living at. Even though it is called Dale City, it felt more like a small town. Not a lot of people live here and it's usually peaceful. There are a lot of stores and businesses, but it does not compare to New York. However, there's so much nostalgia I am feeling.
The amount of small towns and farming areas this state has feels humbling for me. The cold weather and dry skies are relaxing. When I was in New York, there was always tension going on. Which made my mind go all over the place and my heart racing. Coming back Virginia and how chill everything is, it puts me at ease.
This is the state that made me the woman I am today for the better or worse. For the worst, I experienced a lot of bullying. In elementary, middle, high school, and college, I was treated less than human since I did not act like a regular woman. I never wore any dresses or skirts to school. Also, I barely wore makeup to school. It was not like I hated wearing dresses, skirts, or putting on makeup. But I never felt comfortable wearing them when I was in school or out in public. I did not want boys or any gross adult men approaching me. Plus, I did not want to be the center of attention.
I used to be timid and anti-social. Starting conversations and making friends was tough for me. Most of the girls at the schools I went to were so judgmental and I did not vibe with their personalities. None of the girls were interested with spies like I was. They always gave me the side-eye when I told them I aspired to become a spy.
As for the boys, they did not associated or interacted with me. They talked to girls who were more feminine and was easy to talk to. Whenever a boy tried to talk to me, I distance myself from them. I thought that all boys were only interested in women to start a romantic or sexual relationship with.
I was not interested being in a committed relationship with any boy. Stripping my independence and life goals away for one boy. I was too young and inexperienced in life for a commitment like that.
Another reason why I got bullied was because I got into fights a lot with girls and boys at my schools. I do not being angry or harming others, because there are better ways to resolve situations.But being bullied so much throughout my school years, I had no choice but to snap and lash out at those who made my childhood a living hell.
The worst fight I have ever been in was at college. It was April, 2016 and I was a sophomore at that time. When I was using the bathroom after school was over, a group of five girls surrounded me. The leader of the gang was giving me the hardest time during my sophomore years. When she first saw me, she thought I was an easy target since I did not talk to anyone and I was different from most girls. She did basic bullying tactics on me like intentionally bumping into me and saying rude comments to me. This was going on for months and I knew she was planning to intensify her bullying. She was the type of person that believed the world revolved around her and no one else mattered other than her. It was shocking that four foolish girls became friends with her and helped out with her dirty deeds.
