Tears At School

7th-8th grade

So I moved to a middle-school named Kekionga. When I got there I didn't have the best clothes... My grandmother would buy my clothes. I had horridly uniform baggy pants and shirts, that most of the time were boys clothes. People immediately bullied me because of that. I wanted to dress alternative. I remember that I seriously thought I was alone on that, till I saw other people who were dressed that style. I remember seeing them and wanting to be them, I was too nervous to dress that way. It wasn't because I was scared of what my parents thought. Hell, They are alternative. I was scared I would get bullied worse.

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I started making friends and am still friends with most of them today. We stuck together all through the harshness of people's words and actions towards us. I remember whenever I'd walk home my mom would have to come outside and stop people from attempting to jump me. The school even treated my friends and I differently; Not doing anything about the bullying. So I just wanted to say this also. My parents even tried having my therapist come to school to stop the bullying and they wouldn't allow her to come there. My mother even had to chase people away from me when walking home to stop them from jumping me.

~~Story time~~

One day the teachers called my friend and I down to the office. We went there to see our entire group in the hallway. None of us had any idea what was going on. The counselor called two of my friends and I into her office. We enter to see a police officer. We immediately were scared and confused, we hadn't done anything wrong. It turns out they thought my friends and I were a cult because of our band shirts. The whole ordeal was annoying. We got in a huge argument and told us we weren't aloud to wear band T-shirts anymore, which we did anyway, haha. There's a lot more that happened but that sums it up.

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Over time in middle school things were going good... until... one day I was in my room on my laptop and my mom came in and told me my biological father slipped into a coma. He had over dosed on drugs (heroine) and yeah...they found "track marks" on his arms. His "friend" came home to him overdosing...I had went insane and I honestly don't know why. I never knew him or talked to him. Only some times he'd write me or call but that was rare. I only saw him like 3 times and I was little. He had to have supervised visits because in court he said he would kidnap me if he got the chance. So my grandma stepped up and said she would watch the visits. My grandma knows self defense and could kick a*s if she needed to.

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Within a month or so I ended up in PBH (Parkview Behavior Health).

-i may continue more of this just i don't know yet-
-Awry💓