My Story

As a kid I was very shy, and clumsy. Before I had lots of friends. When I got into middle school I was called a cheater whenever I got a good grade. I was called stinky fish, trash. I got hit by balls and tripped on purpose. People always laughed at me. I hated it. But I tried my best to Ignore it. My only focus was school. I wanted to get a 4.0 for a grade average. I went to a rich school, a school with lots of popular people. I never got depressed, or thought bad about myself. But I always tried to find a way to make people notice me or just for one day not say something bad about me. Then I moved, once again. A girl asked me to be her friend. A few days ago we had a conversation until she started to bring up different skins. She said she wasn’t trying to be racist. Until she pointed at me and said, “You’re a different skin.” That’s because I’m Asian. That doesn’t change anything though. I got really offended but I tried to not show my anger. That night I felt like crying my eyes out. Instead I wanted to say, “Just because I speak a different language and my hair is a different color doesn’t mean I am not equal to everyone here. ” For others I might believe my story may not sound like a bullying story but for those who are getting bullied, don’t change yourself. Even if you have glasses, you have bad grades, your not pretty, it doesn’t matter. You are who you are and no one can change that. Your beautiful just the way you are, your just like a piece of gold hiding under the dirt, waiting to be found. Stand for what you believe in. Even if your standing alone.