“Just because we like it”

It all started when these three idiots though it was funny to make fun of me for being still a pretty shy person, listening to rock or metal music and for not being good at sports (I was just never keen into sports, I was the computer-type person from a young age). The bullying started off with them calling me names like the “weirdo”, the “strange guy”, the “evil-soul” (yeah since wearing Metallica and Slipknot t-shirts automatically turns you into a bad person who thinks only about death…seriously this is ridiculous). At first I din’t pay much attention to them, with a view that they would hopefully get bored and stop it. The good thing is that I made some new friends and we would hang out together. And this was probably the only good thing about that year. They didn’t stop though. It turns out that ignoring them made them even more aggressive for some reason. They would randomly zoom out of nowhere and telling me “come on skinny freak, fight me!” while I usually avoided fights, since I’m never the “fight and get into trouble” person. So I always said things like “got no time for you man” or “sorry I have something important to do, leave me alone”. One day in particular I would go for my usual evening walk. It was Friday and I went out with my hoodie and with my headphones listening to music. And then while on my way home, these guys popped up. Apparently they were going somewhere but something tells me they were just waiting for me there. They block my way.  I understood that all they wanted was to beat me so I started running. They followed me until my home. I thought getting inside and locking the door would be a good idea. My parents were not home that moment. They would stand outside and yell insults. About me, my family and everything they could think off. I started feeling so bad about myself but at the same time enraged. “Why? They don’t even know me for more than 2 months, what’s the matter with these people” I kept asking myself. The whole thing hit the roof when one of them took out a BB airsoft gun and started firing at my window. I went out and yelled. “One more shot and I’m calling the cops!”. They ignored so that’s what I did. In less than 5 minutes sirens could be heard. Of course they run away. The next day at school all the things were strangely peaceful. They would even greet me when they first saw me. Something wasn’t right. Something just didn’t fit to the whole situation. And I found it out when the lesson was over. I was going to my motorbike. I got on but it wouldn’t start. No matter who much I pressed the “IGNITION” button the engine seemed pretty much dead. They were standing there looking at me laughing. I knew they had done something to my motorbike. That moment one of them yelled “Hey! You’re looking for this?” and he was holding the spark plug of the engine on his hand (for those who don’t know without a spark plug an engine simply wont work). I was full of both sorrow and rage at the same time. I went there and told him “Why are you doing this to me?” he laughed, punched me in the face, then the others followed by kicking me while I was lying down. “Just because we like it. We don’t really like people and weirdos like you. OK? A weirdo, a creep, a no-lifer. No one really likes you. Oh and by the way it’s fun to see a weirdo bleeding” and they threw the spark plug down. People from different classroom were there just staring at the whole incident. I felt the biggest shame of my life. Some of them were laughing. My friends run off to me telling me if I was OK. The next day I talked to the headmaster about these kids. He expelled them, called their parents and started interrogating them and questioning their actions. Of course they just stood there looking like idiots, since they had absolute no reason for doing such things to me. The headmasters decided they should be expelled from school for once and for all. The rest of time in this high school were fine. I made new friends had fun and many more good memories. But the most important of all I learned the meaning of friendship, of self-esteem and the most of all. To NEVER EVER feel bad about myself. Surely no one is awesome-looking. Surely no one is listening to the same music. Yes, no one is dressing up the same. If it was all the same for everyone the world would be a monotonous place with no interest at all. Everyone is beautiful. We are all humans. We are all different. No one is a weirdo. No one will be alone unless he decides to be alone. Make changes so you will like yourself more not because you want others to like you more, people!