At A Young Age I Was Different. I Dont Know Why But People

Later on, I was in tears. I still wanted to see some of my best friends every day. I didn’t want to leave them. I ran up to my bright, cozy room, and called on of my best friend in tears. We talked for a while, until we were

The first friends I made went to church with me. Then I realized we went to school together also. I liked her, but sadly we split ways also. I went to the Early College, she went to the high school. I enjoyed the days we spent together in middle school. I made more friends and spent the summer with them. Before I knew it, I got a call from my older cousin, saying he was in the Air Force, and was moving to Montana. Tears streamed down my face, for he was an older brother to me. I was going to miss him the

I constantly felt restricted. In fact, I turned down the opportunity to try out for cheerleading because in my mind having a lazy-eyed person in the team was not socially acceptable. I also thought that my friends would avoid me at all times. I felt ashamed of myself and did not want them to see me because I was afraid that they would mock my lazy eye. I also did not want my friends to talk to me because they felt pity, but that was not the case at all. My friends never denied me from activities. In fact, they would invite me to their parties and their soccer games. I joined the same clubs as my friends and everywhere I went I felt welcomed. I finally felt accepted, something that I never felt

I got bullied a lot so that kind of stopped people from wanting to talk to me in the first place. When they did they saw a weird anti-social kid that wasn’t fun to be around or maybe that’s how I see myself reflecting on everything. Can’t say much about that has changed though. When I did get friends I had a problem where I’d get overly attached to them; as a result you could’ve insulted me every day and I’d still call you my friend. I think it was my want for one with the fact I was really, really dense;consequently most of the people I met weren’t great people to be around and a lot had some sort of bad habits, I still always had a book with me as once again an escape from my at least how I saw it sad and boring life in

I moved away from my friends and town i grew up in. I thought that moving away well decrease my intelleges and well become a bad influence and depressed. I was already depressed since we started packing, but i tried so hard to hangout has much as possible, they even helped me pack things and get back into my house when i was locked out when my parents left without warning. I was also sad because i broke up with my girlfriend because i was moving, she didn't do long-distance relationships, she’d helped me smile and enjoy life, but it change now. All i say to her was bye and couldn't bare remembering but it was hard to forget something beautiful. My friend surprised me and cheered me up a little and then

I noticed that my window had been open, though I know I had closed it. It must have been my mom or dad who opened it for fresh air for me. I went to close my window when I felt the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I just brushed it off as just nothing and went back to bed. That’s when I heard like someone was breathing inside my closet. I sat up to see what it was, and almost had a heart attack. There staring back at me were two dark devilish-like eyes that never blinked. Then a large smile appeared from his face.

Through out the years we had some ups and downs. I’m pretty sure all friends do. We went through boughts of not talking, but somehow someway we always made up. We always would pick up right where we left off. Nothing could keep us apart for long.

From the moment sixth graders enter the junior high, and the elementary schools integrate, cliques are formed. Once these cliques are formed, it is onerous to change and migrate into another one. Teenagers are not fond of change, and are not known for their acceptance of others, therefore trying to allow someone else into your group is very challenging. Once boundaries have been formed, you may see a few people switch groups, but it is close to never to see an outsider suddenly become included. Not only are the populars less than generous, but the outcast is used to exclusion, therefore never putting themself out there. Outsiders tend to not stand out, but instead blend into the crowd, staying off the radar. “Being ignored is also just as real of a problem as being bullied. Bullying is a serious

“Maybe it didn’t see you, or maybe it hadn’t ever seen a human before, either way, you managed to live. Be grateful for that”

I remember starting ninth grade admiring the seniors wishing I was them, I ended up having older friends because I didn't fit in with my age group. so because of constantly

It’s always hard to be the new kid, you never quite fit in anywhere. When I was a baby I lived in Mexico, then in 2004 I moved to California. I have lived in 5 houses and gone to 4 different schools, since I moved to California. Being the new kid is the worst feeling in the world. Nobody really wants to hang out with you, they just let you be alone and make you feel unwelcome. It’s not everyone, there are always some kids who accept you. Those kids have probably never felt welcome either, so they do their best to make you feel like you are wanted. In reality, nobody needs more than four or five friends. I never needed more than four or five friends. The kids who make me feel welcome are my five best friends.

Last night I was sleeping when I heard a loud bang. I woke up frightened and went out to look around.To my surprise, I saw a huge tail dangling around.

First and foremost, when you're different you don't seem to care what others say about you. As an illustration i don't care what others say about me. When i was little I was bullied and I did care what others thought. When I got new friends who didn't pick on me that's when I stopped caring. It dont matter if others like you, it matters that you like you. No one's gonna be more you than you.

It was 2:00pm, I spent almost the whole day roaming around the house doing nothing, just thinking about everyone else. How come everyone was busy today? I assumed half of my friends forgot it was my birthday. At 3:45pm our door bell rang. Out of curiosity I ran downstairs to check and it was my childhood friend Trisha. While wishing me happy birthday, she gave me a friendly hug. Then we went to my room. There she took out pictures from when we were young, candy jewelry we played with when we were young. It was basically a reminder to me that no matter how old any of us get, we’ll always be stupid little kids at heart and will stick together. It was a wonderful and a thoughtful gift, but that was not it. She went outside to her car to get something, and when she returned it was another gift, a beautiful blue dress with a design coming out from the left side and a slight cut on both sides.

Anger rushed all over me as I began to stomp towards them. The 3 kids started to feel afraid, so they quickly ran back to their desks like cowards. I was done for the rest of that day and thought the apology can wait.