The Beginning

This all began in the 6th grade when all of the major bullying started to happen. Lets just state that I'm the girl in this story. I started getting physically bullied in the 6th grade to the point i thought no one loved me. It was a rough time for me because the said they would do something but nothing ever changed... so I thought to myself that if they won't do anything then no one will. I kept the bullying to myself to the point I thought about not living. I didn't actually try to commit suicide but it was a thought in the back of my head. I was getting beat up at the playground and even pinned against a fence when someone was chocking me out. The bullying never stopped because I kept it all bottled up from anyone. I didn't have any friends in elementary school because everyone said that I was to happy or that I talked to much.

I started to hangout with a group of guys and played basketball with them. I was mainly trying to avoid the playground at all cost which it partly helped but less than a month happened the guys started acting weird but all except one of them which I thought was off. I would've never had guessed what was about to happen to me. They were planning something with the girls that use to bully me but that one kid that was always acting a little different ended up telling me what they were trying to do to me. They were trying to get me expelled from school as the ultimate move of getting rid of me. They were going to beat me up while another kid would get a teacher so if I stuck up for myself to hit back that I would get in trouble and not them. But me and that one kid let's call him Z came up with our own plan and we told our personal class teacher to watch secretly to see what would happen so I wouldn't get in trouble. Long story short our plan was a success but they were only suspended no matter what my teacher said because it was different from what that other teacher saw.

The bullying did die down for a bit and I felt as if a pressure was lifted off my chest and I could breath again. I didn't feel like I was useless anymore because there were some people that did care about me and that was all I needed to hear. By the time the kids came back it was only a month left of school and we were all preparing to go to our next milestone... middle school. We were all scared go to middle school because that means we would be at the bottom again. At this time instead of being scared I was practicing my instrument because I wanted to blend into some group in the middle school. So that entire summer all I did was play basketball and play my trumpet. The next chapter of my life was about to unfold and I wanted to hit the ground running instead of getting pummeled into the ground like my old one. This was a fresh start and it was something that I desired for.