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My least favorite thing on Earth starts soon, school.
I see school as a place filled with blood-sucking leeches that have nothing better to do than feed on the weak.
The weak I'm talking about here, is usually me.
The leeches I'm talking about are the kids monsters in my school that are always humiliating and beating up kids that are "different".
I wish they would grow up and realize that it's better to be yourself and be "different", than try to fit in with the self-centered, materialistic, brats.
You don't think the leeches at my school are that bad? Well, I'll prove it to you.
In 6th grade my friend and I were talking about music. Nothing bad here, just chatting. I tell her I don't really like rap, and it's not real music.
Next thing I know, I have 15+ angry black girls surrounding me, threatening to kill me.
......why? I have no clue. I guess somehow me not liking rap sounds racist?
Whatever. Luckily that time, a teacher came by and saw the angry mob and saved my a**.
7th grade was the worst. Every day was just pure torture.
For example, one day, I was walking to my next class, and all of the sudden, I'm soaking wet.
I got a full bottle thrown at me, by this [******** a*****e girl that has been giving me trouble all year. The reason why? She's a "prep", and I dress in dark clothes, which apparently scares her, so she decided to make my life a living hell.
I decided to just ignore her, and continue walking to my class.
The day after that, in the cafeteria, her friends and her start throwing s**t at my friends and I.
My friends, being the angry Mexicans they are, just had to start a fight.
A fight that would drag on through the rest of the year.
I don't even wanna bother telling you all of the crap that that girl has done to me, so I'll just cut to the ending.
After about 6 times of my mom coming to the school, 18 times of my friends and I being dragged to the office, and about 3 referrals, the school year finally ended.
But the school never belived my friends and I, and thought that we were "bullying" that girl and her friends.
Even after all of the brusies I've gotten from them, all of the times I've cried because I couldn't take it, the school thought I was the bad person.
And I have to go back to that same school hell hole next year.
 The Twisted Transistor · Fri Aug 21, 2009 @ 08:01pm · 0 Comments |
