You know when you look back on your life and you just feel like there are just these certain days

Socially, I decided to isolate myself from everyone else as I had developed a bad impression of people. I became the shy kid who sat in the corner in class and didn’t speak with anyone. I didn’t have a sense of direction or any kind of plans and frankly, I wasn’t worried, although I should have been. I stopped caring for school and completely stopped studying and for a couple of months, I thought I would never make it out and graduate high school. Thinking back of this time still frightens me. Who knows how I would be today if I had stayed like this.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

Five long years ago, I was a seventh grader in junior high school. I hated almost every minute of it. I was picked on and was subjected to the “out” crowd, but honestly, that was important to me.

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,

My senior year of high school began, normal as any other American teen. My mom had an advantageous job, the lights were always on and so was the WiFi. The first month of the senior year ended and I was getting my running start in, until one day we received a pink slip our apartment door that read EVICTION NOTICE.

When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe

Seventh grade, bowl cut fresh, skinny jeans tight with poppy orange Asics to complete the look. It was the day I had been dreading. Today was the day that a group of thirty-two thirteen-year-olds was to travel to the Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust. I remember feeling nervous, my stomach sinking, shaking on the bus while my friends giggle and talk. I understood how incredibly horrific the Holocaust was and knew that once I stepped into those exhibits I may, at any time, lose it. As we pulled up everyone got off the bus, we all proceeded to the entrance of I didn't. I was able to stay composed the entire time which was fairly surprising. I broke that night outside of a Subway near Port Hueneme. I remember slamming my fist into a concrete

I remember starting my freshman year and looking around at my friend group and recognizing the lack of support I had. Due to the fact that my parents didn’t trust me, I didn’t have a social life besides going to school. At the end of my freshman year, I was spiralling out of control. It felt like no one was on my side and they were all just sitting around waiting for me to fuck up. It was around the end of my freshman year that I started seeing the guidance counselor at school. His name was Mr. McKenzie and I liked him. After meeting with Mr. McKenzie

It was like trying to climb out of hole that only got deeper. The bullying got worse and I was left friendless. I talked to a few people, but I had no one close. Each morning that I got up for school my stomach felt like it had knives tearing it, I could never eat breakfast and only nibbled on my lunch. Then came ninth grade, the year I was hoping things would change, but it didn't. I gained two friends that year, but lost one because she was toxic and bullied me just as much as the others. Ninth grade I became that girl who hates everyone, literally. At home I was lashing out at my parents and brother. I stayed in my room and roamed through Tumblr for hours and hours. I wasn't eating much because I thought I was fat, and I didn't try hard on my homework because I thought I was stupid. I wasn't me anymore. I was just a shell of myself and I was numb. Death is what I wanted. Nothing was going to change and I was determined it wouldn't. When ninth grade came to an end, my mom told me I could start researching online schools. This was a blessing, and it was one of the times that I had actually been happy that whole

The school was very far away, inside this old neighborhood, and was on the other side of Columbia; while we were passing the neighborhood, I had this eerie feeling and I didn’t like it, I knew from there this isn’t going to be a fun experience. My sister, my mom, and I got inside the school and were settled in from there; my 5th grade teacher name was Karen Bowling and she was the sweetest and kindest teacher, if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t get comfortable with the new school and new environment that quickly. I made a few friends but still was shy and reserved, but I made a best friend that year her name was Kathryn Hamm. She had the same thinking like I did, she was funny, and we got attached quickly but by mid year things changed. I suddenly gained a lot of weight; I started looking very healthy, I had hair on my face,

Then my family moved Yorktown, Indiana the summer before my 4th grade year and I started attending a public school. I only made two friends that year and I was bullied for everything from where I moved from to the kind of shoes I wore. I made very few more friends through 5th and onto 6th and 7th grade and dealt with more bullying. Towards the end of my 8th grade my English teacher who I adored made the class split up into groups and then preform a scene from Romeo and

I loved school when we would learn something because I was good at that and I was able to do that when I felt like I was terrible at everything. Nothing would change from fourth grade to fifth grade I still loved school and really had no friends. In fifth grade the news I wanted so badly wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted. The AVM had shrunk but it wasn't gone and one more dose of the radio static surgery should do the trick. I was also switching schools and school districts, I asked my doctor if we could do it in summer so I wouldn’t miss school. I was beyond scared, I always keep a brave face on because if I don't show fear it doesn't get to me. I couldn't help it, the last time this was done it went bad, I woke up throwing up I had giant marks on my forehead. I didn't want to be made fun of at this new school. I turned out fine I had basically no marks I woke up feeling fine. I started middle school and middle school was honestly the years I felt lost and at the same time I had the friends I so badly wanted. Middle school was tough for me because instead of being able to take an extra class instead of doing

The fear and the paranoia hit me, how was I going to survive in a high school that I didn’t apply to the first time because I thought that I wasn’t smart enough to attend it. I still remember that first day of school like it was yesterday, me walking off the bus, showing my ID to the security guard, entering the school, going up the flight of stairs, then walking down the long corridor and being horrified by all the new faces staring at me. The other students were there because they applied to the school and were accepted, I was only there because the school had no choice but to accept me. That’s why I always felt uncomfortable and out of place, I was a sophomore who felt like a

Tenth grade I was feed up with the bs. My friends from 9th grade were starting drama with me. I should've know that it would of happened and I just wanted a fresh new start. In the summer my mom had plans of moving to croton because she was a little fed up with peekskill herself. I definitely provoked my mom to move. When I moved I went to a new school district Hendrick Hudson High School. My life definitely changed forever. I was surrounded by majority white people and I was a black kid that liked boys making me very nervous and anxious. When I got there I started to hang out with this girl. Her name was Ashley and she definitely helped me figure out what I really wanted. I began to wear female clothing and posting pictures online. One day my mom had caught me wearing a crop top and tight sweatpants which she found provocative. She then looked at me odd snapping a picture of me. I started to cry feeling worthless and unexpected by my mom and aslo the world which was not true. She then told me to

I hoped it was going to get better, but unfortunately it started to get worse. For some reason I just could not gain acceptance In my school. All through middle school, I only had one friend that really stuck with me through it all. Everyone else excluded me and it was a tough time for me. I had friends on my travel baseball teams, but of course they all went to other schools. I couldn't quite understand why I was so excluded by my peers in my school. I was no different then them in my