All the chaos for the fifth week. All the fights, strife and chaos. Was anyone going to even talk to me? I'm called many things now ,most of them untrue and unpleasant they are all out to get me. I couldn't understand why. They never told me why they feel this way. Mum told me that they are just intimidated by me because I'm smaller. She says "anyone who tries to bring you down is already beneath you"; she has a valid point on that.
My days dragged on longer than before. My first time hating school was in forth grade but even four years after I'm still being treated like an animal who should be put down. One thing I've realized is that the world is a beautiful place, it's us as humans 'it's swarne protecter' who destroys it. I feel like I have to help everyone so that I can smile or even have purpose in my life, but what's the point of all of it if they are going spite me when they can smile again. Well ill tell you why, if your purpose is to help you normally help until there is no home in you helping. That's why I keep trying to make them smile even though I know they are going to watch me fall and laugh at me.
The next day came. Friday is here. No school tomorrow so no being bullied for two whole days. I can't wait but even if school is bad I can't say that home is better. Everything is just a big mess. There is no perfection in my life, not much happiness. My Family and friends are giving me reason to smile, to keep trying. I'm happy and I'll keep smiling...I get out of the car after giving myself a pep talk about how I'm gonna get through my day. I walk into the hallway to find my locker so that I can put my bag away and then oh no...not now...it can't be...it is its him. Him and his crew of misfits. They run towards me, call me names and ask me "why is such a pretty girl on her own?" I'm not sure why they would ask me that but as soon as I can I run away. They kept following me though and throughout the day everyone who came across was mean to me in one way or another.
I finally reached my breaking point. All the emotions I bottled up all of the tears I held back they all came out in finally cried and when I woke up I was in my bedroom with an ice pack on my forehead and pain all around my body. The next day everyone was asking me if I was OK they explained that I had fainted.
My year was just great 'cringe'.