This is how my story started. I'm going to start telling from when I was about five.
In kindergarten, everything was fine.
Of course, some sad things but, nothing to bad, yeah?
What's the problem?
That hasn't happened ti'll I get older.
As, I was only five I had many friends.
I had a great, humorous, and quite the energetic type.
I still remember her to this day.
Let's call her Annithella.
Annithella was the friend I always played with,
To make me happy, all I really needed was someone to comfort me and to talk to.
Things went normal to age six I went.
I had TK so, yeah.
My friend had moved away somewhere.
It was time to find a new friend.
I had a new friend, named Jeanie.
Jeanie taught me how to hula hoop.
I was good in those kind of "competitions".
Time it came, I graduated from kindergarten.
I was confused at a time but, not at that time.
Nothing goes wrong during ages: 7 and 8
Or nothing really happens. Just normal. I
I guess you could call me sweet at that age.
But, things have to change.
Well, I also think I was that kid who wanted attention when I was way younger.
So, I cried a lot.
But, that became a habit for me and soon, I actually was sensitive.
I cried easily, I still do.
When I was nine,
I didn't cry at the first day of school like,
I did in all my other grades.
Let's call the teacher; Mrs. Kathleen.
Or, Isabelle Kathleen.
I remember there was this guy, I'm going to call him; Ed Slenin.
He was older than me by a bit.
He still needed help whenever we did math or writing programs.
And, just my luck no one else at my table really could help.
One of them was my friend.
When, I moved my table this Ed guy always needed help.
I sat at the same table.
But this time with another person who could help him and my friend that was helpful too.
Ed started to tease me now.
He would say mean things and I would say I didn't want
To help when we did math.
But, he could always ask the others for help.
And, my luck she always helped!
Whether she was annoyed or not H.E.L.P!
One time he was with his friend and they were teasing me for something else.
What happened was we needed to do another project in class.
So, Mrs. Kathleen put the first sheet of paper we needed to use on MY desk.
I took one sheet for myself.
And everyone else except for Ed and his friend, Let's call him: Kev didn't take the paper by himself though. Ed didn't either.
This really hurt my feelings at the time. After all, in school I was losing friends and trouble just came worse when I was at home.
Life was hard.
Stress...
More Homework...
I never really told my parents about this.
Anyways, back to the story.
Ed started saying something "If she puts it on your desk you have to hand it out to everyone."
I told him to just get it himself because the projects' explaining was starting.
With complaints, he ended up doing it himself.
When she handed out the new sheet of paper, Kev had it on his desk.
He gave it to everyone then he said, "I'm not giving it to Jamie."
"Yeah, come and get it, Jamie,"
He said teasingly.
I ended up grabbing it myself.
With such a sensitive person I am, I didn't even cry. I held it in.
Another thing was, Kev had crayons.
He did a show which was called Jamie (not really the name) & my friend called: Heptica
So, I was the orange crayon while Heptica the purple.
It made me uncomfortable as because he was acting what we were doing.
Eating so much (insert here the food I love most)"
It made me sensitive, gave me a bad memory.
Suddenly, I burst into tears under my desk, quietly and sadly.
I went on, hearing the story, feeling weak.
Heptica tried to cheer me up.
It did a little.
He stopped with the story.
Kev said sorry.
It made me feel better.
Ed just looked at me, heartlessly.
So.. cruel.
So.. rude
So.. teasing.
Even though I'm older now, I feel so, I have hatred.
Miserable.
My parents' would never see that miser ability.
He always teased me.
I helped him,
Losing friends wasn't more pleasant.
I feel sad and hated as a horrified little animal or creature.
That's my story.
Forever feeling hate.
I will never forget it.
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