I aways thought I was weak... I never deserved anything because I never stood up for myself. I wanted a voice, and I wanted it to be heard, but it always seemed like I was stuck in a turtle shell refusing to come out if touched or bothered. I envied the people that could say something when they were mad sad or happy. They always got to be up front, and I was always in the back with the other people who were trapped in their shell.
Being smart didn't matter, it only made it worse. I was picked on constantly. Would I do anything? No. Besides it would have never made a difference. Yet, there was this one thing that somehow kept me motivated and in good spirits. She, probably never even knew I existed. She always gave me some reason to keep going. I first met her when she transferred here in the 8th grade. She was so different. Everything about her was so different. Her skin was was fallow: A light light brown with the most bluest eyes you've ever seen almost like an electric blue. Smoky black hair with a fringe to the left. Was I infatuated? Maybe so, but there was just something about her that got my attention. It didn't take long for her to bump up to popularity not only that, but win the attention of Carlos. Carlos was a football player. Everybody knew him. If you didn't, then you'd find out. He always wanted spotlight and the girls. I could list a number of the poor saps that got with him. He was mean, uncaring, and selfish. He was pretty dumb too; always flunking classes. No telling how many times he has had to redo things. He was also a bully.
Out of all the nerds in the school he could choose to pick on, he chose me. I didn't know why, maybe he was just bored. However, that didn't give him the right to pick on me. It made life for me even worse. Everyday I dreaded coming to school and facing him, because he always had some different kind of torture in store for me. He said for me it was the "Special Treatment.". I couldn't tell my parents. What would they do? I knew what would happen to people who did this; it would only make it worse.
My life was a living hell and nobody knew about it. Everybody in school hardly even knew I existed. If only there was something in this world I felt like I had purpose for.....
