In Auckland I was a happy bubbly nerd, I would not even think of playing a sport and I actually had friends, but down here, because of how I am treated, and yes that is present tense, I am closed off, I have nearly 200 scars and each and everyone has a different story. That is 200 stories to tell. That I have never shared. This is just the first story. My family misses who I was in Auckland but Rangiora killed that girl, she no longer exists. If you had known me in Auckland compared to what I am down here you would question whether I was actually the same person. I am not and it is because of bullying. It killed a young innocent goody two shoes. That innocent girl was replaced with a stuck up, selfless yet somehow still heartless girl. That most day wishes she did not exist. I was turned into an overly anxious, depressed young lady. Around adults, I am kind and polite. Around teenagers, I can be a bitch. But that is because it is how teenagers have treated me and no matter what I do they are nasty to me. So I bottle all my troubles up and put them aside, and then no matter how badly someone treats me if they need a friend I will be there. Just because you are hurting does not mean you need to make others hurt too. Help them instead. Help them up, and do not kick them whilst they are down.
