The Day Things Changed...
I'm seven years old now, and this is where it all went downhill. This is when I lived in California, my dad has been stationed there twice now since I was born. I was born in Oceanside, Camp Pendleton, California. Then after I was born we moved away and went to VA for a bit and then came back. We live on this little coldasack, in fact I can remember it like it was yesterday. I went to the school on base, I used to ride my bike to school and sometimes I'd walk with my friends. I had lots of friends when I was little. Something I'd lose as I got older. But I remember this one day in particular...
*Flashback*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, thats how I got up in the morning these days. My dad was deployed at the moment so it was just my mom, my little brother, and I. My little brother Patrick couldn't have been more than two. He slept with my mom these days because he was always getting sick with God knows what, litteraly. No one knew what he had until he was at least three. The doctors couldn't figure it out. And he was always to sick to let my mom ever be around me. So he was hers and I was own my own most of the time as a kid. I got myself up in the morning, got myself dressed, took my pills, made my own breakfast and got myself to school. Me, me, me. I was seven. Some say maybe I was just growing up, I thought I was losing my childhood. But anyways I got up brushed my teeth and did the normal such. After I ate breakfast I grabbed some change and shoved it in my coat pocket and headed out the door so that I could hurry up and go get my best friend who lived right down the street from me. I headed off to her house on my bike and the we rode our bikes down the streets and to the little store that had candy and stuff that we would buy in the morning before school. We got our stuff and headed out, trying not to be late for school. I had such a big coat on that when I was riding I was almost swaying back and forth due to the weight. I already got made fun of at school for varius reasons. I had braces and I wore glasses. Typical nerd right? Well they thought so. And to top it all off I was at least one of the smallest people there. As I entered the school grounds kids would stare at me because of my ginormous coat my mom would make me wear to "stay warm" she said. But lucky for my today the strings of my coat got caught in my chain of the bike and I couldn't get it out. So there I was looking like a fool and about to cry until a teacher appeared and saved me. If only she could save me for real right? The rest of the day wasn't much better either. That day in class a kid decided to call me four eyed brace face and spat on me. The teacher did nothing and she was watching the whole thing. It was recess time and I had no one to play with so I did the same thing I did everyday and sat on the corner of the sandbox watching all the other girls play with the boys. And then the group of girls came up to me and started making fun of me. If I could I would have ran away but I was a coward then. And I just sat there and took it. I eventually made my way home and locked myself in my room and cried. Cried hoping that tomorrow would be better. But it never was...
