Dear Everybody Who is Reading This,
School is terrible and great at the same time to me. I get to get away from certain troubles and people and kind of let my self a little bit out. I also hate it because teens are out to kill each other and ruin each others lives. I normally avoid the 'Vultures', which what I call the popular kids who ruin the less popular 'Prey.' I'm at the very bottom of the 'food chain' which means I only have one friend and don't have a lover. I'm normally targeted for graffiti dissing, rumors, teasing, rude looks and gestures, and gym dodge ball targeting. They also love lounging near my locker and don't move no matter what I do.
I normally zone this out though, but it hurts to know that peers don't respect me like I respect them. I always smile at them in the halls and chat but they always treated me like a ghost or a nobody. I've been called some very nasty things that really hurt. I don't feel like repeating it but I might as well, like it even matters anymore.
Fake, Poser, Stupid, Worthless, Bitch, Slut, Whore, etc.
I feel uncomfortable using those words. I never used them before and I never wanted to. I don't want to hurt people but they insisted on hurting me. I always dressed modest by that I mean boot cut jeans and a jacket with a t-shirt 24/7. I never tried to be anyone I wasn't I hated trying to fit in, I don't like what they think is cool. After that I completely blocked myself out from the Vultures. I stuck with the low part of the food chain and never gave any useful things to the Vultures. I normally stuck to one or two good friends that don't have ties to them so I couldn't get hurt by them again.
After that I found school was my savior. I could be myself and not care because I zoned everybody else because I absolutely didn't care at all anymore. I was tired of people controlling my lives and if they wanted to hurt me good luck because if you have something to say please say it to my face or else your are a coward. Because I realized they were just trying to feel better about themselves by hurting me but to scared to say it to my face. I just didn't care anymore and I found school as my best friend but I felt like it could be improved for a better experience. Neither less I still found it as my savior, unwanted drama and all.
-Rose
Letter 2
