To the point of Tears
By Allie faye
I never thought about this when I was a kid. I never would have thought I would sink this low. Too feel ugly and could go in public without confidence. To the point were no one in my class or basically my school liked me. This is how it started with one Person turned into people……..
I was always a spunky little girl who loved to sing and was never shy until, He came to my school in the fourth grade. His friends, my classmates that I grew up with told him “Don’t like her…..she mean…..she’s not even pretty….just stay away!” I will not mention his name but I will tell you what he did how he scarred me. At first I thought he was cute and I had a small crush on him. So I did what it told me to do in a magazine, “Tell him, he’ll like the attention, so I did.” The next day saw him walking through the hallway, I pinned him up against a wall and told him. Yet to know that was one big mistake! He looked disgusted; he started laughing and went with his friends. That one day he and I will remember, that one mistake he would rub in my face for three more dreaded years.
I had a rough year not knowing how things would end up but, always knowing he would make me feel that low. In the fifth grade thing got tough, teachers would start having problems with me and him, my parents always having to talk to the teacher to see how we could work things out with him. I tried to stay away from him, and just keep my distance, but the teacher had an idea, that wasn’t what I planned. She made us table buddies, not like in a group, just by our selves. People started to hate me for no good reason right out of the blue. It was 6th grade mainly had no friends, always sitting by my self, eating by my self, and at all times I seemed to be the target to pick on. I thought I was a good singer people had complemented my singing. So One day I was telling some one I had a good voice. The next day people were talking about that to him and his friends came up to me telling me “You can’t sing, you suck, and you will never be a good singer.” I just couldn’t believe what they said they never even heard me sing. From that point on I couldn’t think I had a good voice.
He would always make fun of me, calling me names to the point I would burst out in tears. I started to get really bad acne and from that came something that would always hurt me being stuck in my mind, “ Hasn’t any one told you to just wash your face seriously that is disgusting” I ran try to go hide so, that no one could see me. I felt like he just would stop to even try to understand how I felt just be tortured by his comments. It turned me into someone I was not, some one with depression, thinking of hurting my self, suicidal thoughts. I was constantly writing “I hate my self, I wish I could die,” on my books, but no one took me seriously they just kept making fun of me through out the year. My 7th grade year my parents moved me to a new school luckily, I made new friends was and from that point on never had those thoughts again. I started to enjoy life and later found out in 8th grade year, that these people that didn’t really like me hung out with the wrong people at the wrong time. They got into drugs, him getting expelled from 2 school, just not making the smartest decisions. And now I’m glad I didn’t hang out with them, that I wasn’t accepted. Now I look and see what I have turned out to be. I guess I ended up with the high rode in the end.