The Shadow.

Chapter 1

  By the time you're in middle school, you're probably still enjoying life young. You dont quite focus on highschool. Or college. Getting a job. Or a house. Growing old. Finding love.
  I belive that finding love in middle school is stupid. Love is real stupid. Friendships are pretty stupid too. These days, you really cant trust people. People go behind your back eventually. See for me, I don't have any friends at all. I mean seriously whats the point? What are friends for? What is love for? Why need these things when in the end, you never knew what trust was in the first place.
  In elementary, I was bullied. I was always labled as "The Ugly One," "The Stupid One," "The Poor One," "The Filthy One," "or even "That Other Girl." Of course everyone knew me I always stood out because I was different. People would push me into corners threatening my life, hitting me, throwing their left over food at me. They always left laughing. People seemed to never like me as you can see.

  I would always walk home with dirt in my fingernails, rocks in my brownish black hair, bruises on my knees and down. Clothes torn to pieces. Backpack zippers broken. My parents would stare at with sympathy and start crying. I was an elementary kid, going through therapy already. Although it never worked, I still went just for the sake of parents. My parents never really knew how to help me. They always told me, "There is always another day." I used to believe in that quote until very recently.

  Now that I'm in eighth grade, I've learned to block people out of my life. I usually spend my lunches drawing on the field by the basketball courts. I get hit in the head once in awhile with the basketball. The boys usually just laugh at me. My bangs cover up most of my eyes, so they won't see the tears coming down my face. I end up staying in the main office keeping an icepack on my head. Most of the staff workers just stare at me. I think I make people uncomfortable. But why should I care? They never care for me.