My name is Astrid and this is my story.
I am 14 years old and come from somewhere outside Uppsala in Sweden. My parents are divorced so I live every other week with my two little sisters. I have a cat and two guinea pigs. In this story you will lear...
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How should I start this was hard, but it started well 2003, that is the year I was born. But the worst started enough when I started school. I have always been retarded or extorted as long as I can be remembered so it has been so. But what should I say I'm used to. Many people see me as perfect or as a nerd, but I'm none of the
m. Yes, I'm stopping but I have to because I'm really hard at school. No I'm not perfect I'm not good at all. I'm getting well or more resembled perfect because I'm struggling to get what I want. Now it sounds like I'm poor, but I will not say that, but I never ask someone to get something. People usually see me as kind, nice, caring and happy.
But it's only a shell to protect what's sore on the inside. It takes a lot of effort to be all the one who you are to be and if you try to be yourself, you're wrong. I do not really know who I am anymore so you can say I'm fake but that's who everyone wants who I'm to be. You can say that I'm a lonely wolf or have become one. I loved standing in front of the board and talking but it has disappeared now after everyone has pushed me down. I was confident and did not care what others thought but now I'm unsure and live on what others think.
So when I started school everything got so much worse. I had trouble getting friends so it was a hell. But the worst thing was a guy in my class who teased me and it ended in bullying. He pushed me so I fell down on the hard asphalt and scratched my knee and started bleeding. He took my new hat and threw into clay. It was nowhere of the things he did. But in the middle of all that, I got a friend who ended up being her best friend. Olivia was always there and did not let anyone get in from her. After telling the teacher what happened, I had to go and talk to the curator. But it did not help me as 6 years of age started school, so I did not know what to do but it ended quite a bit when he changed school. Then it began with new people it was like a vicious circle.
