The real me
I'm just a real short kid with Ginger, (yes ginger) hair and blue eyes. Every single day of my life is torture, well not torture but it's bad.
Every day at least every hour I get picked on even hit. Most of the time it's just small little things. Like the odd person mumbling Ginger whilst you're walking down the corridor or just trying totrip you up. That's fine but it's when they mumble Ginger ***** and push me against the wall. Well what the hell did I do? Just walk down the corridor.
What do I do walk away, At least I try to. Most of the time I just walk around in the playground or on the playing fields doing nothing with a group of older boys or girls looking at me, Laughing. Just laughing.
What goes through my mind, To run away. What can I do, I'm at school. Then they come up to me and take the **** out of me. It's what they do. It's what they've always done. And this has happened ever since I was..... Hmmm 11? Geez, 4 years of long suffering.
Think I've had enough, Of course. But I can always walk away. Or can I. When will be the day I blow my top or flip my lid, and who will I take it out on. Well all I can say: I'm not far off.
But the worse thing is of it all, My friends. Well, first of all, what friends? Exactly who I consider my "best" friend is the onewho hits me and spreads rumurs, Great. Just what I need.
Kardan







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Aiden I'm sorry.. most of what you've said is exactly the same with me (Except I have blonde hair) And I have 'blown my top before', but I just broke down in tears because I had had enough of the bullies.. hence the reason why I'm depressed (That's not the only reason though) I wish they would stop 



