My Side of the Story

    Already feeling powerless, the moment I sat down at my desk, I began crying hard while I texted my mom saying a girl had hit me while walking to class (I worded this wrong hit → shove because I was too upset to think straight). I cried and begged her to get me out of school and that I just wanted to go home. Thinking someone actually laid their hands on me, she made an immediate call to the school asking for my Uncle/Vice Principal, Mr. Hetrick, to call me into his office. While all of this is happening, my classmates had already came in and seen me trying to catch my breath because of my constant crying. My advisory teacher, Mr. Jones, had also tried to calm me down, but it didn’t help. Within five long minutes, I had been shoved into a wall, texted my mom to get me out of school, and was already heading to my uncle’s office. None of the security guards even attempted to stop me even though the advisory bell had already rang. I didn’t have a pass, but I didn’t care. I nee...

   By February of 2012, I had already started talking to someone else (T.K.) who had been making a desperate effort to talk to me for months. He was a senior like my older sister, and he also liked mentioning that they had the same class together. I should have known he was sketchy from the beginning because from the minute he DM'ed me first, he said " Let's just keep us on the down low. Don't tell anyone we're talking. " Of course I found this ridiculous, so I ended up telling everyone . We only lasted a couple of weeks and because we dated around a specific holiday, he ended up being my first Valentine. The first time we broke up, I lied and said that I needed to concentrate in school but in reality, I had lost feelings because I knew there was something weird about him. I mean who says "I love you" a day into the relationship and constantly talks about someone's (my) virginity? Eventually feeling bad, I took T.K. back again in the month of May...

   I'll be honest with you, from the moment I started middle school, I had absolutely no idea where the hell I was going in life. I went to class, made friends, and got into an elective I ended up loving. It wasn't until high school when I became more lost and confused with everything. I dated random people to fill a void in my heart and I was also bullied because I was a target due to girls being jealous and envious towards me. Then right after graduation, I became hated for no reason and lost so many "friends" who waited  to speak badly about me only when they knew they'd never see me again. It's been 10 years since I entered the pre-teen world, and so many things have changed in that amount of time. To truly understand why I am the way I am, we have to go back to the beginning.    In 2008, my baby sister was born and I had just began partially raising her while my parents were at work. Being only eleven years old, I had been finishing up my last months of ...

*DISCLAIMER* I am not writing My Side of the Story for attention nor am I trying to start any kind of drama. After everything I went through, I was told to lay low, keep quiet, and be the bigger person. I found that writing down every situation helped me get through the day, and it somehow ended up turning into a lengthy "About Me" freewrite. With all of these suicides and school shootings going on, I couldn't help but feel apologetic, especially for the students who were victims of bullying. People need to realize that every single thing they do or say affects everyone around them. Bullying is largely occurring in schools, but due to this being the generation of social media, cyber-bullying has become the new norm. Everyone has their own demons they need to fight, and this story tells you ALL  of mine and how I got through it. I hope you enjoy! (: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   For many YEARS, I have constantly bee...