WARNING, NONE OF THE "ABUSE" IS WHAT MY LIFE IS, I AM A WELL DEDICATED BEING LIVING IN A WONDERFUL WORLD, WITH BELOVED PARENTS, AND LOVING FRIENDS AND FAMILY. DO NOT TAKE THIS STORY IN THE WRONG WAY, THERE IS ALOT OF CURSING IN HERE ALSO.
I love how people think thier life is so bad. "please tell me why" is what i ask. they go into a crazed explanation of how thier parents dont agree with them. (this would be the part were i would be cussing up a storm explaining MY life.) "bitch, please you dont know what a fucking hard life would be if it hit you upside your fucking head. ive been through it all. bullied by my fucking teacher, yelled at, screamed at, emotionally scared by all the hatred words that come out of these fat mouthed people that are my so call friends, my parents who dont give two shits about me, being abused with violence and words by my own father, yeah, my life is real peachy, and your life is so fucking hard. bitch, please do me a favor and quit thinking about yourself. every teenager, like me, has gone through something bad or not good. im not alone, but when you dont get your way when it comes to parents, it just ridiculous.
have i introduced myself? well, im jojo gomez, im a 15 year old 8TH GRADER, yeah i got held back, i go to a performing arts school, i love it there, because originally i use to go to a failing overpopluated school, were all it was about was your looks, your bulge, your boobs, and your popularity. (and by bulge i mean your donkey kong) here, at this school, theres MANY groups so you fit right in, plus its a small school, so you kneo practically everyone. i would say im talented, but its to hard for me to show sometimes. my dream would to sing in front of my school. the only time ive sang was when i had ot perform a song for my brother, (thats how i got into this school) it was rolling in the deep by adele, and now, well here i am, were i fit in. i felt so special when the principal came up to me and ask me do you go here, do you want to go here. when ever i think of that moment, i think of my favorite tv show. well anyways, i guess i gotta give you my crappy biography of why i dont get everyone or anyone right.
at the age of 9, my life started going down hill. my dad was abusing me with words. i use to get spank like any normal child would, but he took it way to far, he would grab my arms, hold me upside down, and spank me. he flipped me around one time, i was in serious pain, i broke my arm, and almost shattered my ankle from hitting the hard concrete floor. form that point on, he has kinda let down on abusing me, but when he gets drunk, i KNOW TO STAY OUT OD HIS FUCKING WAY. he wonders why im always around my mom. and speaking of my mom, shes not so peachy either, but i have really no choice. she yells like any other mom, she is WAY to protective.... and it has basically driven me to do things i dont want to do, like smoking and drinking, but now, i have completly quit all of that, cause its not good for my body. anywho, when i hit fifth grade, thats when my life basically turned to hell.
I would get picked on by my classmates, and especially my teacher, ms.roberts. she had to be the worst teacher ever. if i was sitting wrong in my chair, she would give me a detention. if i rose my hand and asked to go to the restroom, she would give me a detention, i still have the images of those detention slips in my mind. i had about 26 detentions just in 2 months. finally i had a meltdown, i screamed like a banshee, i threw chairs, and my teacher was wearing a pirate eye patch (i wish i hit her in her eye :\) and my principal had to call the police.... then from onwards, i had the rest of the year, it was alright, nto the best but still good. when i got into 6th grade, i had a really funny feeling about all the GUY teachers there, one was mr.hudson, we was as straight as a thing of curly fries, i hadanother teacher named mr.vlasich, he was a baldie and so freaking annoying, mr.agresto, he was alrigt, but he was WAY into his teaching job.... i have never seen so much work in my life, also mrs.hughes, she was a bitch, but we all think our crapy ass teachers are whores, hoes, sluts or bitches, or any hatredful name. and ms.bullack, she was old, and very very innocent. she was nice though.
finally, when i left that school after all the bad shit that happened, i went to an ordinary public school, which i though was amazing at first, but once i like got use to it, it was awful, plus i was made fun of on the bus. while i was in track, i met these two girls who i thought were my bestfriends, except one, haile contraras, and shaleigh yazzie. shae is NOT my friend anymore. haile is basically my sister, because were always talking and we cling like jello powder and chilled water. they were the ones who told me about ariozna conservatory, my performing arts high and middle school. after i got into eighth grade, i had to go to that crappy ass school for about a month... i finally moved to acaa, and on the first day i felt like i belong here. i met a girl named abby, and i went out with her on my 2nd day, but it didnt tuen out well... we had a huge ass argument on facebook, which lured in mrs.foged, our vice principal, but now since abby had gone to a phsycological mental hospital, she has chilled down, and we became friends. then i started going out with a girl delaney, and we just basically has one week relationships, i finally told her i was done with it all.
then i started going out with jessica kuenzi. she hasnt cause me any problems, and im hoping to stay with her for a long time, cause im falling in love with her. i love her, and i dont think she realizez how much i do. by the way, im a big ass shy fuck.... so im just shy. anywho, i think its time for the next chapter ehh? ohh, and this book, the chapters are probably like 5 paragraphs long, unless i really get into it.. haha, well i must continue on to the next chapter kiddies.
1/23/2012
dear youth. i would liek to inform you about my day. over all, it was good, but not the best. as usual, every morning i wake up, and walk to the bus. i woke up with a super sore throat, and i wanted ot skin it. once i got to the bus stop, i looked liek i was going on a camping trip because of all the bags i had. once i was on the bus, i cracked open some limon lays chips and started crunchin' away. did i tell you i absolutly LOVE food? it make me really happy. and once i got to school, none of my friends were there, so i started talking ot some strangers. it was nice. then i went on about my day.
social studies was the same as usual, we just worked in groups this time. i was with mathew camanelli-blanco, and shawn styles. i call matt CB just because theres alot of matts at our school. so we just call him CB. we got to work, but instead i just copied katie aldaz's stuff. katie is what you call the crazy smart girl, but she is incredulously beautiful. i dont like her though. shes too wierd. and so is her family. mr.dush is my social studies teacher, but we call him mr.d since people make fun of his name. hes a really good teacher, and extremly hilarious.
my second hour is science. that class is very boring, but mrs.taylor the science teacher, gets all worked up about cell types. plus shes a vegitarian, and its a bit weird because she does these weird motions, faces, noises, and her laugh is just obliverating. the class was just boys and 2 girls. thats it.
my third hour is drama. ohh do i extremly hate drama. well i dont hate drama, i just really hate the teacher. shes suck a wackoo, or a cunt. we had ot do improvisational excersises, which were pretty fun. CB is in my class, but i dont really like him, hes really immature and annoying. most of the kids in that middleschool portion are immature. its super annoying, but i have ot deal with it.
in 4th hour, one of my friends looked liek she wanted ot stab me in the neck... and she sits right behind me. we had ot do group work, and usually everyone loves that, and i just hate it. i hate it, but i was in ryleighs group, so its all good. this is the hour before we go to lunch. i hate that all of the highschoolers get ot go to luch earlier than us. theyre older, and we have bigger tummies, so we deserve to eat first.
in 5th hour, mr.smith was being a bunghole. hes the paino teacher, right now, i have to practice a song for the required recital, and i have to keep practicing it till i get it, because well, i dont have a piano. plus all of my friends were gone but shawn, so i was just really bored. so i took a nap. and he let me have some coffee cause i was asleep, over all he can be a huge dick, or be super friendly. i think hes bipolar. or a dirty hippy who likes little children. (CONTINUED LATER ON)
