My hatred for people started as I said in primary school, it started when a some little shit started a rumor about my mum. I mean what sort of 8 year old does that? Seriously..
You may think that is a stupid reason to hate all people but that was just the start.. I mean I hated having my mum brought up in conversation anyway and that seems mean but she is deaf so it brings up a lot of questions. And a lot of questions means a lot of attention to an anti social 8 year old who just wants to sit by herself in the playground reading alice in wonderland.. so it was a small reason but then it got worse...
The rumors got worse and worse and then it wasn't just about my mum, they were about me, they were about all of my family and then the rumors stopped and the actual bullying started. I got beaten up almost everyday, got called names, got threatened and little 8 year old me hated it so most days I pretended to be sick to my parents and if that didn't work pretended to be sick at school to get sent home.
And this didn't stop when I left primary school to go to secondary school.. ohh no.. New rumors started with new people doing it and more people bullying me the physical stuff got less and less though.. but then the cyber stuff started and I couldn't get away from people...
And this time it wasn't just people from school my mother had gone off the rails, complete psycho bitch on me and my sister so I was getting stuff off her too, i consider the things i got off her worse than everything i have experienced with shitty childish people any day..
so in short in other words not a pleasant experience with people so I now try and avoid human contact at all costs although over the last year I have made friends with 8 of the coolest people on this planet and they are my family and always will be.
(Sorry this chapter was a tad depressing but yanno it's all gotta go in here)
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