First Friend

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In kindergarten i was forced to do a puzzle with a girl named Karen who I through or dumped all the puzzles pieces in her hair!  She called mea bum head- a term I had not heard before!  Then the next thing we knew we ended up laughing out loud and what I found was a friend!  The next week I invited her to my house!  Something I never head before - especially in the demonic class that was Mrs Wilson's class!  For all I knew that my mother hate hated that teacher, I cannot say that I blamed my mother on that one!  I thought this Machiavellian woman was out to get me!  Most of the teachers from then to grade out were out to get me and I had a witness.....my mom!  As I was going through hell - for the most part I was able to have a friend!  Soon the friends were coming and by the time I was in grade 6 I had get this sixteen friends......and one bully, Jen Vachon!  This girl was also out to get me and make me feel miserable! For the first time of knowing Jen was going to test the friendship that over time when it was going through the worst torture test......it did not come out with flying colours!  By grade 8 I have not one but to bullies!  Jen and Karen! 
So this is going to be triggering and emotional even for me to tell this story but the over time I was made out to look like I had an eating disorder something I never want or thought of having one, and then it all came to a head when they made look crazy and suicidal!  These were coming to my parents from these girls mouths! And soon they believed that I was insane and that was out to kill my self!  I had to explain to both my parents that i wasn't E.Ded nor insane!  I even had to discuss this with lee Covington who was my councillor at the time when I was that age!  She was convinced that i had more issues other than ptsd or something but it was quite clear that these girls were very powerful over me!    I felt disgusted and I felt like I could not be accepted so I wrote letters to the FBI to help me and to accept me into their fold!  One thing I remember that this was when I became as Cody caetano would  I became a half bad!  The knee bucked when the principal came and asked to see me and my father.....the dread and not being able to stand because of the buckle!  And I really wished it was the belt at this time!

Though my father never used the belt on me!  He did not have it in his heart!

But my mother was livid when I got back home, the second buckling of the knees!  It sucked to be up honest with you!  Then was she said calm that the school was talking about Guantanamo Bay, renditions and prison for my actions!  And that I had choose between freedom and life, or continue and face death at the hands of the school!  I choose not to continue my actions and the school some out but me on a terrorist watch list, and knew fly list!  What ever dreams I had were destroyed!  The third buckle of the knees this time I cried!
I remember that I cried all the time and that I had to adjust my goals accordingly to the treatment, that I could face!   That was is what this little brats wanted and I give in!  I swore that I would not fall victim to psychopaths and sociopaths like that again!   As for the teachers and the especial the principal who inflicted such emotion damnation he (and I don't wish this) had a heart attack and died!  The teachers were living there hell on earth some thing I don't wish on anyone else either.....but the universe is a b*tch!

As for the two girls at the epicentre of this, never heard from them again! Thank god!

-T.M.

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