The Drawings in my Mind
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Hi, I'm Bridget Pearson, and I have been told I am a wonderful artist. But I'm not just called an artist. I'm also called a wimp, stupid, weirdo, idiot, crazy, alien, dumb, teachers pet, autistic, etc., etc., etc. That's right. I'm the bullies main target. To tell you the truth, I don't enjoy it (I don't think anybody would) and I have trouble sticking up for myself. 1. Cause' I have no friends 2. I'm not really liked by anyone, so if I get bullied no one cares and no one will stick up for me anyway. Well, there's my life. But the one thing that keeps me going is art.
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