After lunch, we all exchanged our phone numbers so we could stay in contact. My first day at my new school was over. It wasn't that bad. When I got home, my grandmother asked me how was my first day at school. I told her it was fine and went directly to my room. I put some music on and lay on my bed. Those times were my thinking time. While I was laying there I thought about everything that happen to me in my old school.
Everyday at school I was getting bullied. I wasn't the prettiest girl. They called me ugly all the time. They said that no one will ever love me. I was unwanted. There was the popular people that thought they were better then everyone else. They came up to me every morning and pushed me in a locker, took my lunch money. Everyday they would tell me the same thing. That I was so ugly, not worth it, no one will never care about me, that's why my parents died they said they were a shamed of me! It broke me in millions of pieces everytime. I tried not to listen, not to believe but I couldn't. A part of me thought it was true.
A part of me was dead. I had to live with that for three years that's when my grandmother decided to move here. I'm glad we did. So far it doesn't look that bad. I got myself out of my thinking mode like I like to call it. It was my phone. I had a text message from Amanda.
A- Yo how did you like your first day?
O- it was fine
A- wanna hangout tonight?
O- nah I'm really tired maybe tomorrow?
A- alright see ya tomorrow!
That night I didn't pick up that blade. I didn't need it. For the first time in so long I felt loved and wanted. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a tear of joy down my right cheek.
Hope you guys like it😁Merry Christmas to everyone🎄
