Perfect is Everyone

My story is really sad. When I’m in 3rd grade, I don’t have any real friends. The kids always make fun of me for my weird personality. They always call me "squeaky voice" and "weirdo". When I’m in my room, I always sob in the inside and every day, I cannot escape the torture. In 6th grade, on my birthday, boys at PE made fun of me and I eventually lost it. I came home in tears because of those jerks. But, in 7th grade, my sister and I bond and she inspire me to see myself as a wonderful being. If it wasn’t for her, I would never feel special. Now because I’m being myself, I have real friends to accept me for who I am. I am telling a very important message: all the people who are going through this horrible crisis, you are perfect in your own way. You don’t need to worry what others think of you because you are a somebody on your own. Perfect is everyone