Alone in a hole full of self hate I stood,...just hoping someone would grab my hand and pull me out.I started noticing these feelings more and more in 6th grade.I had lots of friends going into middle school and I made more in the beginning...but I also made enemys.One in particular was fairly horrid. He was annoying and cruel. Let's call him jerk. Jerk and I started fighting on the first day. Though I was and still am chunky,I joined pre athletics ,and since it was the first day the just had us do exercises as we ran across the gym.We were in ten lines and jerk stood "behind" me.He actually stood next to me and I kept telling him that he was supposed to stand behind me. Then he got rude and then I called him a rude nickname. That started a whole feud between Jerk and I.
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My Middle school Life Story
Non-FictionMy life as a middle schooler, being fat, sassy, and wearing clothes 2 sizes too big
