Diary of The Misunderstood

Entree One: Home Life

This entree goes back to when I was five. When I was five, my parents got divorced. My mom was fed up with my bad. He had neglected our family for two years at the time. He cheated on my mom, did drugs, drank lots of alcohol, and didn't come home until the middle of the night, or even left for days at a time. My mom would cry herself to sleep, and I wouldn't even know. When the time came, my mom took us to our grandparents house and divorced my dad. She was completely heart broken, but she was afraid that with him behavior he would become abusive, but he never did. My dad paid child support and all was good.

We lived with our grandparents for six years.

During that time, my mom started a book business. She bought books and sold them while taking care of me and my brothers. For a while that worked, but then came the hard times. My dad stopped paying child support. He got caught up in network marketting, and couldn't afford to pay the child support. My mom had to find another job. While my mom started to work to find a job, everything fell apart. My mom was struggling to pay for food, clothing, and taxes. She started selling her belongings. She sold her cameras and other things that weren't neccessaties. She finally got a job, but budgets were still tight. Things started to get better, but I was still never a normal kid, even if she didn't start telling me things until I was nine.

Second grade was the year that I actually moved schools. My mom couldn't afford the drive to my old school, so she put me in the elementary school right next to my grandparents house that year. I already had two friends in the neighborhood in my grade so I hung out with them, and I made a couple of new friends.

During recess, i'd either follow them around like a lost puppy dog, or be alone on the swings, or play soccer with random kids, who none knew my name till fifth grade. I understood why though. During elementary school, every year when I got a new jacket my mom would get me these huge coats that made me look like a marshmallow. I hated them. I think that might of been part of the reason I was bullied in second grade. I can't remember much of the bullying, but it wasn't physical (thank God).

It started in second grade. I was the new akward kid. people would call me fat, but from what I remember that was all. The worst part was that i wasn't even fat. Sure I was a little chubby and not the prettiest girl out there, but that doesn't give you a reason to bully me. The worst person was this girl named Ellie. She just wouldn't stop. In third grade I eventually told my teacher. Ellie apologiezed and we became friends. After that, my bullying stopped.

In fourth grade I met a girl named Jude. We both hung out a lot and became best friends. We stopped being best friends the next year though. Jude turned out to be a colossal BAB (Big Ass Bitch). Apparently Jude and Ellie had been best friends, and when they stopped being friends, Jude became 'suicidal'. She blamed Ellie for everything that happened to her for then on out. How I found out Jude was a BAB was very stupid.

In fifth grade Ellie, and I started talking a lot more. Jude started being a bitch to Ellie, and would take advantage of me during group projects. She would act like she owned me and would tell me to not hang out with Ellie. I was sick and tired of all of her bullshit. I wanted the shit to end so I avoided her for a week and hung out with Ellie instead. One recess she snapped. She started crying and yelling at Ellie about how she was stealling me and BLAH BLAH Friggin BLAH. She blamed Ellie about everything again and pushed Ellie to the ground. I hung out with Ellie then told Jude I wasn't friends with her anymore and walked away like a boss.

Over the next couple weeks, Ellie and I became best friends and made it our goal to piss Jude and anyone who messed with us off as much as possible. I became confident, and started cussing and saying my thoughts without being judged. I told Ellie eveything about me, and she told me everything about her. If we needed advice, we would go to eachother. She knew everything about me and was/is the closest friend I have. We were the same yet comepletely different from each other. To say the least, fifth grade was the most fun yet drama filled year of my life.

Now I live three hours away from Ellie, but we still talk as much as we can. I haven't seen her in person for months, but I can't wait to see her on Christmas when we go visit our grandparents.

This was just a small piece that shows a little bit about me. I will have more entrees as often as possible. Next entree will have information about my current problems and you'll find more out about me as a person after every entree. I will have more fun entrees with stronger opinions in the future. I might even add some mini stories.

I hope you enjoyed.