My story

This is my story... It isn't a particularly happy story, but it's mine. I will admit that there are parts of my story that I can't remember properly, there are some parts of my story that is difficult to write about. But my story is a humble and honest one.
You can judge me for my actions and decisions, but please do not tell me that I'm lying or exaggerating... No part of my story that I have to tell you is a lie or an exaggeration. It's true what they say, "We regret the things we didn't do more than the thing we did do." This will tell you more about me than just reading some of my fictional books....
This book is to warn you of the dangers of bullying and saying the wrong things, things that could damage and hurt someone without you knowing it.

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3. Confusion starts now

Now this part is confusing, mainly because I still don't know the full story. So I'll try to explain it to the best of my ability....

I was bullied all the way through Primary school. Because I was bullied, I moved schools several times. I was always the new silent girl. I was always the prefect target for people to pick on, because I was always the girl in the front of the class. I had black rimmed glasses that people would steal off of me and put on, would run after them and try to get them back because I needed them to read. They used to call me Harry Potter because of my glasses.

My mum never knew I was getting bullied, I never told her when I was younger. I didn't want to move schools. I never liked change. I know what you're thinking, no one really likes change.

But, you see, my dad would see me about 1 every 3 weeks, sometimes not even that. Because of the irregular visits, I would lose my composure, mainly because my dad wouldn't stick around to say goodbye to me or see that I would be okay. He just leaves abruptly. I would slam my head into walls and into the floor and I used to punch myself in the head. It got so bad that I used to take it out on my little sister. I used to hit my little sister, I screamed a lot and this went on until I was 6 years old.

I guess you could say I was a little mental... but there is always more to the story than what it seems.

 

 

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