• This is a very Emo-ish story about my 10th grade year and it if you can't read it with out giving flames then please don't.

    All my school life I've been emotionally, mentally and sometimes physically abused by my peers and teachers. I've been punched, chocked, called every name in the book and a whole lot more. This starts on the first day of new term, All my classes switched and so did my lunch shift. Now with no friends to sit with at lunch I decided to skip it and just sit outside at one of the tables and draw to keep my mind off of my new lousy classes. But the calm didn't last as a group of kids came out to swarm me at the table, they started yelling at me to get me to talk (Which I don't do at school unless forced or with my friends), taking my things, shoving me around and calling me names.

    I left the table to sit on the ground far away, but that didn't work either, boys whom were playing the snow dicided to throw snowballs at me. I finally gave up and went inside but not before I saw our vice princeable, whom was standing right at the door and could have saw everything. By the end of the day I was in tears and begged my mom to stay home. During this time I had begun to cut my self. And when I started to stay home I knew that my abusers had broken me finally. They had won.


    Now I'm completly heathy and don't give a s**t what any one says. I'm back in school and have a bunch more friends. But I belive that was the lowest point in my life and I will never return to it.