I was in the third grade. I was so innocent, so happy. Until people thought I was weird. They started ignoring me. Saying I was too energetic. So I never talked alot. Spoiler alert, they said I was a wanna be shy pick me. So I kept to myself. 4th grade, people are gossiping about me. I loved to draw. Alot. So they made fun of my drawings. Never to my face though. So I felt left out. 4th grade summer camp. Aka, hell. We were in the gym. Playing dodgeball for the first time. Other people knew how to play. I didnt. When I was the first to get out. I was upset, then my own teammates called me a sore loser and crybaby. "crybaby" That word hit like a bowling ball to the stomach. And it hurt. That was the very first day I had felt the hurt of being bulllied. "what. . . ? What do you mean?" "I MEAN YOUR A CRYBABY, YOU [very bad word]!" I expected them to get in trouble. But the teachers turned a blind eye. So they werent on my side. And that's the point where I decided the world isn't nice. People are rude. And all my parents said to do was to ignore them. That never really helped. It just made me more sad. I had no friends, and people yelled at me 24/7. Flash forward to 5th grade, I'm given the name "megamind." And I only have three frien- oops, now 1. His name is charlie. He is the only reason I'm in this world. He is the only reason I didn't "learn to fly." But my parents aren't any help. Oops, now Charlie barely talks to me anymore. My parents put lots of pressure on me. They ignore me when I cry, and when a guest is over they will get everyone in my family food but me, the guest, them me. Now I'm going to a new middle school that no one but me in my class or even grade is going to. And I'm sure as hell excited for that.
