I had a pretty good childhood growing up. My mom would take me to the park everyday, to the beach in the summer, building snowmen in the winter, etc. My mom and I were always close but all that stopped in 6th grade.
Middle school was horrible for me and I hated it so much. Bullying was bad, I was never pretty or skinny enough to fit in the way I always wanted to. Kids are mean, and teachers do not care.
A day that I'll never forget is when I was jumped by 3 girls on the bus. Apparently I had called one of them a bitch and I was talking shit behind their back. I wasn't. I didn't know what they were talking about. They came up to me in the bus and called me names, cussed at me, and threatened me. Before I knew it, all 3 of the girls were punching and kicking me. I didn't fight back, I didn't have the will to do anything. Part of me hoped that they'd just kill me and part of me hoped that someone would step in an help me.
6th grade was what I call my 'turn around year'. As the bullying progressed and got worse, I changed. A lot. I got really depressed and mean. I snapped at the slightest, smallest irritating stuff. My mom and I drifted apart because I pushed everyone away. Friends, family, people who tried to help, etc. I just didn't trust anybody at that point, and I was so lonely. I started getting in trouble, getting suspended, getting in fights, and involving myself with people who make bad choices.
I never thought I'd be that person but that's who I turned in to. My life was never the same after 6th grade, and it never will be.
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Life stories pt. 1
Non-FictionI'm writing life stories. Some of them are going to be personal and explicit but they are things that's happened to me. If you read them, thank you for taking the time to do so and enjoy! (:
