Fly away

Every since i was new to my elementary school in 3rd grade, i have been going to hell and back, god knows how many times. With a name like mine you don’t really see a day with out any hate. There was this girl who would always turn my day up side down. She would kick me down in the sand at recess, when it was time for us to go home she would push me into the lockers or slam my fingers into the lockers really hard. So hard to the point where i had to go to the Nurse’s office, or even the ER. Being a good and supportive mom she thought moving me to a new school would make me feel better. But going to a new school only made my life worse. I mean i did find friends who knew what i was going through. People you i can trust. But it was times where people just couldn’t catch a break. I mean i guess its better than going to the ER every other day. There was times in my life when i thought that i didn’t want to live, times when i wanted to die then, I would try every thing just to take my life away. But every time i failed because i have loving and supporting family and friends.