I used to be bullied, like, ALOT! it started in 1st grade. yupp i have been bullied from 1st grade till now (only in Jr. high) its bc i got poison ivy and my parents made me go to school. No one but one kid would talk to me (his name is Nick) he is still my best friend even to this day! he stood up for me which is something my own brother and (step) sister wouldn't do! everybody would scoot away from me and yell gross. I remember sitting in a seat alone crying... everyone would call me "poison ivy girl" if i had poison ivy or not... i was a misfit from the start! Nick rode my bus but that year he didnt really know me that well in tell we started talking in class. thats when we became friends (has my 1st grade class with him) i was stuck with the nickname poison ivy girl till sixth grade. everyday getting on the bus my bus drivers son would announce "POISON IVY GIRL IS GETTING ON THE BUS" nobody talked to me but Nick. He helped with the bullies... AND HE STILL DOES! another thing i got picked on for was my brothers last name... (its Roach) nobody cared i was a Stevens not a Roach one girl stopped me on the bus once she was a sixth grader at the time and i was a second grader... she looked at me and said "heyy ROACH has anybody SQUISHED ya yet" so i of corse told her "my last name isnt Roach its Stevens" but she gave me this reply that i of corse wouldnt understand she said "well ill still call you that so you can keep on steppin'" like seriously? keep on steppin'? WHAT THE F*CK DOES THAT MEAN? and what 6th grader bullies a 2nd grader anyways? shes gotta be in like what? a Senior in high school by now? and im still in Jr high! and shes about to graduate high school! oh and this year i get bullied for Looking "emo" hell I DONT LOOK EMO (*cough*eventhoughiamemo*cough*) got pushed on a locker or 2 or 5 fire... love it... sharp objects... not my thing. people try and stay away from me now... my "Emoness" scares them... LOL! thats all im willing to talk about. There is more to talk about. I just dont wanna talk about it.
