i remember when i was yr2, and everyone had their own little groups except me. If i sat with someone they would just ignore me and pretend i wasn't there. it hurt. i would try and make an effort to talk to everyone but that would always fail. I never knew why no one wanted to be my friend. Could it have been because i was a skinny white girl surrounded by a class of bigger pacific islanders, or was it just cause i was that annoying little girl.
why did no one want to be friends with me? i asked these questions as a blimn 6 year old. SIX. when your 6 you should not be worried about what is WRONG with you, you should be worrying about what friend is going to come over for a play date.
it kind of sucked in year 2 because before then i was the only child and had my parents full attention but after by brother was born, all they talked about was him. he was the centre attention. i no longer had the feeling of my parents by my side and it really hurt me. this whole situation made me feel really shit.
i didnt get bullied in year 2, i just had no friends. I hated going to school and found everything in life really hard. i would walk around the school by my self, getting told off by teachers for being by my self and spending all my time in the library making friends with the older year 4s and 5s.
In year 2 my family went on a big holiday around the world. we went all around the uk, australia, middle east, and parts of europe and the USA. This holiday was probably the best thing to happen to me and i remember so much of it. i remember feeling really happy, and i remember having lots of friends and everyone wanting to be MY FRIEND. and 6 year old me was over the moon. This holiday lasted about 3 months so i got to miss 3 months of school which was amazing. i returned back to my school about a week before summer holidays and i was the happiest person in the world.
When we all got back from the holiday, my parents told me that we were moving house AGAIN. i had already lived in 3 houses by the time i was 6. the first was in Australia, the second was a small cute house in my present country, and the third was a bigger house in the same neighbourhood that we moved into just before my younger brother was born. WE had to move to a new house in the complete opposite side of the city in the rich area. the house we moved into was lovely and i got pink walls but it was hard moving houses, i had no friends to worry about but i had grown to love my room and it sucks when its taken away.
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if you ever feel alone, or feel like you have no friends message me and ill be your friend
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To My Bullies
Non-Fictionthis is just something that im going to write in every now and then. i have no interest in this story ever getting attention, as its just a way for me to get over what has happened to me. im not going to edit this, and this book is going to be my r...
