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I know there are people out there who have it worse than me, and that I can't really complain, but if you'll just listen to me, I'll explain why I'm writing this and telling you the story of my life.
When I was born, no one but the doctors were watching me. My mother was not the first to hold me, my brother was. My father didn't even look at me, he was too concerned with my mother. As I grew up, I didn't realize I saw the world differently than most, I only thought of how much I loved my brother and how my parents were never there. I learned how to escape from my crib at an early age, and even started speaking and walking a month before the average baby.
When I was 6 years old, my brother passed on, and I was beyond tears. My parents cried, but I sat at the window, realizing my world was gone.
My parents hired a nany to take care of me because they didn't have the time. I grew up without knowing a friend, only pain. I was teased constantly because I couldn't read well and because I loved horses. People thought I was stupid because I spoke out and would rarely do as my teachers told me. I played the stupid kid pretty well, too. In 3rd grade, my teacher saw that I looked at the world with different eyes and she handed my a writing journal. I could read and write pretty well, now, but I still went to tutoring. I first learned how to write a poem in 3rd grade, and I've been writing non-stop since than.
I entered 4th grade, and my life took a turn for the better. I met my best friend, who's still by my side to this day. I can't imagine life without her.
In 5th grade, I realized how the world worked and I knew I had to do something about our government and pollution. I didn't know how, so I stopped my school work to figure it out. I was still in school, but my grades went down. No one understood why, not even my newest couple of friends. I didn't even understand it.
When I entered middle school, it was especially hard for me. I kept on thinking of my brother and how he was the only one who was truly there for me, who understood my way of thinking. But even as I was starting to become someone who could make her way in the world, a girl named Cynthia came and joined our group. She made my life hell. After I left her alone with the two girls who had once been my best friends, I joined another group, this one of boys. I honestly don't know how I first joined them, but I think it was because we all played Rune Scape, and we all knew each other from it. I was especially good friends with one boy, who was always there for me. Cynthia saw how much I got along with them, though, and tried to put an end to it. She told my friends how much of a b***h I was and how I hated them. They asked me and when I told them how much she hated me and would do anything to stop me from having a life and friends, they believed me. I thought I was going to have an actually good life.
But in 7th grade, two of my very best friends started going out, and I couldn't take being around Cynthia, since our two groups had merged. I hated her and hated the way she made fun of me. But suddenly, everyone was making fun of me. I thought it was just a joke they played on everyone, but I was obviously their favorite toy. When everyone turned against Cynthia because of the way she tried to break up my two friends, I was at the head of the party. I smiled widely until everyone forgave her.
Now, finally, we've reached eighth grade. Cynthia and I hate each other and the teasing still goes on. But not any more! I'm fed up with it! My friends don't treat me as an equal and my parents sure as hell don't! They tell me to speak my mind and then ground me for it! Do you know how messed up that is?? I hate my school friends and I hate my parents, and I'm ******** tired of taking this s**t! I will stand up for my right to free speech and I will stand up for my right to be able to speak up for the injustices to kids. Believe me, I will fight! And you should too!
 tinkr-tailr-sldr-spy · Mon Dec 24, 2007 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
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