My True Life Story

I Was Only A Child

This is where my story really begins. That's right, I was only a child. In fact, I was only 7 years of age. So still in primary school. As many people know, especially from experience themselves, school can be a very nasty place for bullying especially if you're the new kid trying to fit in and make friends. Well, that was me.

My parents moved me to a new school due to the teachers being nasty at my previous school and not really giving a shit about anything but themselves. For instance, there was a death in the family and I was very close with this person as I spent alot of time with them as a child. My mother spoke to my teacher to explain, that if I was found upset, that there was a reason for it and told them about my great grandfathers death. My teacher at the time, turned around and said that if I was found crying or showing any signs of emotion, I would be given detention and was told to suck it up and move on. These were my days of going to a Catholic school. After that day, I was pulled out from the school pretty much instantly.

My first day at the new school, was pretty nerve wrecking as you can imagine. New teachers, new class mates and I didn't know anyone. All I did know though, was that everyone was so much nicer than the people at my previous school... Or so I thought. My teacher at the time, was absolutely lovely with an amazing personality and a kind, sweet heart and I loved having her as a teacher.

I made a new friend on the first day and she was absolutely lovely,kind, very helpful and welcoming. She had dark, chocolate brown eyes, long eye lashes and silky long brown hair to match. Now one thing I also learned very quickly at this new school, was that everyone came from a wealthy family. So everyone, dressed a lot differently to what I was used to seeing at my previous school.

I was a very shy person back through my childhood years. I didn't cope too well meeting new people and I was also a bit embarrassed about my appearance. Why was this? As a child, I was a very large child and this was because my step father at the time, refused to cook normal meals and always fed us deep fried food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The only time we actually ate properly was when my mother cooked, which wasn't very often as she wasn't home all of the time. She was always away working as she worked and still does in real estate.

My step father at the time was a driver for a freight company and worked late hours every now and then so my brother and myself would often have to be picked up by our nan and pop and spend the night at their place and see our parents the next day after school if our parents weren't working. My parents didn't quite realise at the time as to how this affected us when every other child from our school would get picked up by their parents every day after school and get to go home every day where as we got to go home every couple days.

As the weeks went by at the new school, everyone in my class was starting to get more comfortable and started talking to me more but not always in a nice way. I still remember to this day where some of the boys in my class while we were sitting waiting to be picked up, would walk past with their parents and ask yell out me, "no parents again I see, should just start being honest and say they're not real". My older brother would turn around to me and ask me, "what is that about?" and I would usually reply, "nothing just some stupid joke". I didn't tell my brother what was going on because I didn't want my parents to find out because I knew how much it would hurt them hearing that especially when I knew that they worked so many long hours just so we could survive and afford to eat and live.

My brother clicked on after a while of hearing this as to exactly what was going on and said to me quite often, "you know they love us and work the hours they do so they can support us in life don't you?" and I knew this was true and told him I understood their reasons but also would say to him, "I just wish we could spend more time with them". My brother understood what I was saying as well but he was also older than me and understood more about life than what I did so he didn't think that much of it as he knew what had to be done to be able to live in life. Not only was I having this said to me, but I was having other nasty things like, "Go back to your old school", "You're such a loser", "No one wants you here", "how about you lose weight,  you're so fat"... Yep school can be nasty and I was only just starting the beginning of it all. As this was being said to me I lost that one friend I gained on my first day as she didn't want to be seen with the kid being bullied and that no one liked. I started not attending school as often and even if I still got dropped off at school I went to the office during first period and got them to call someone to pick me up early.

My teacher at the time, you know that really lovely, kind hearted teacher, she asked me if anything was wrong and how I was coping with things. Last thing I wanted was to dobb anyone in and get anyone in trouble, that would just lead to more bullying and make it even harder to make friends so I would casually turn around and say, "yes miss, I'm fine and everything is great". Back then I didn't know how not speaking up would affect someone but now as an adult I can clearly see it was a big mistake to not say anything when it first started.

As the year went on, so did the bullying. Things just kept getting worse and worse and I just didn't know what to do. It is sad to think that even a young age at school, you already have your group's of the popular and non-popular kids. I obviously was in the non-popular group which wouldn't bother me, if the bullying didn't come along with it as well. My grades were always high and I was doing well in class as well which only made things worse but I tried to block it all out, and just focus on my work but at the same time, it wasn't that easy as I was classed as the "class nerd" and "teachers pet".

It was getting towards the end of the school year and everyone was getting excited for the holidays and the family trips they would all be going on, except for me. My holidays usually consisted of me spending most of my days at my nan and pops house while my parents worked over the holidays. If I was lucky my mother would take a couple of days off from work to buy our stuff for the new school year and get things organised for us to go back but that was pretty much it.