My Pain

I lived in Tyler Texas my whole life. When we moved to a small town in Lubbock. I was excited for my new start. I tried to make friends and I did. 4th grade was amazing I was popular and friendly. People would love to come over and hang out. By 5th grade people changed their opinions about me and hurt me mentally and physically. I cared what they had to say. The would hurt me again and again. By 6th grade I was depressed. My best friend started to become friends with my bullies. She played me and hurt me because she knew all my secrets. She cat fished me until I caught on and stopped. Only it was too late. People around the whole school begin to bully and hurt me mentally and physically and emotionally. I was pushed around and kicked. They would not let me sit with them because I was white. My friend who had betrayed me was moving because she was starting to get bullied because of me. She ditched me along with every one who was feeling the same way. I tried out for cheer and began to think about what people told me and decided to prove them wrong. In the long run I made cheer. People didn’t encourage me. I was suicidal and depressed for the whole year. That summer I didn’t hang out with my friends because I didn’t have any. People would hang out at the park by my house and would knock on my door and run. In 7th grade my depression was gone. And I began to feel better. I started eating again and felt at home. Then a girl moved to the school and tore a part my life once again. I didnt let her get to me until she called me names. I realized that really no one liked me. I then began to think and told myself I wouldnt leave my family. I quit basketball and softball. I couldn’t let cheer slip through my hands. I had to prove them wrong. With all my might I swear that I would be me. Till this day I can’t have full confidence in myself because of those people and now…now they are eating my dust.