It's not worth it

Emily Felix

All my life I was bullied. No matter where I moved I was bullied. My first school I went to was Bakman Elementary. Life was great until I had to move in third grade. I went to Roeding Elementary. I didn't have any friends no one would talk to me I felt lonely. My mom would always encourage me to make some friends. One day I finally listened to her and decided to talk to some of my classmates.

This girl named Aioni, she seemed nice so I went to say hi. She politely said hi back. I thought I made a friend. A couple of days later I met this boy named Isaac. We sat by each other in class. He was funny and cool so I hung out with him at recess. Aioni seen us at recess and started to get jealous. I didn't know she liked him. As usual I would try to talk to her but her and her little group of friends always put me down. They would say I was fat, ugly, stupid, etc. I guess she got tired of messing with me and messed with my best friend Isaac. Of course we told on her and that was it. She moved schools after a while and life moved on.

Fourth grade was here and I wasn't too excited about it. My teacher Mrs. Holly was all about the civil rights and how we are today. She would always talk about Martin Luther King Jr. And a lot about how because of him America wouldn't be like this. She would also always talk about Ben Carson, and president Barak Obama. She thought they were so handsome and stuff. As a fourth grader, I didn't really care. Until she started making racist comments about my culture. I am Native American. She always had to make comments about me and one day she said she didn't like Natives because they stole our land. I went home crying to my mom and she was furious. I thought Mrs. Holly was just a mean teacher at the time until I realized that she was a bully.

She would make me run countless laps around the field, make me and other students memorize difficult speeches in a short amount of time and if we got it wrong when we had to say it, we got after school detention 4:45pm. It was terrible. Then fifth grade came along. And I started maturing earlier at that age. I wasn't a pretty girl I was a nerd with saggy pants ugly shoes and a big butt. I had started going through puberty so my body was changing. These boys would always mess with me and hit me. I hated it. Until one day this boy in class kept calling me names and embarrassing me. A short time after that I had this urge to punch him in the face so I did. Minutes felt like hours i was beating him up. I took all my anger out on him. I got suspended for a week and a half for it but it was worth it at the time. Sixth grade wasn't interesting. Just girls that tried hating on me. But seventh grade was my year.

Seventh grade was better. I got pretty, tall, made some friends , life was good. For two only two weeks. I had an english teacher named Mr. Cervantes. He was this sweet old man and very kind. I became a cheerleader and had to wear short skirts and stuff you know. The first time I wore my uniform he was more kind than usual. Me and my friend Natalie were working together on a project in the classroom. Not knowing in the back, our teacher was taking pictures of us. Only us. I caught him and asked why he was taking pics of us and he said we are his favorite students. We didn't care and moved on. The next week i had gotten new glasses. They were also trendy. In english, my teacher complimented me more than once on them how I looked so good with them on. He complimented me the same compliment twice. I just thought he had bad memory and accidentally said it twice. A day or two later I felt uncomfortable in that class so I decided to let him know i was changing it. After class me and my friend Tamera went to him to let him know i was changing it and he kind of cried/begged me to stay. Tamera felt weird and just pulled me out and left to lunch. I had forgotten about changing classes for a few days an life went on. After class I was packing up to go. Mr. Cervantes went up to me and put his whole hand on my lower back and said Great job Emily. In a quiet voice. Tamera seen it and took me out as fast as she can. I told my mom and she told the school. Things happened, he got fired and stuff the rest is too much to explain. Anyway that happened, so I got my first boyfriend. He was a football player of course. He was buff, tall, and had dimples lol just adorable. So months went on until January came and we broke up. My parents found out an told me i was changing schools so i told him and he wouldn't talk to me the whole day. I felt bad and then after fifth period he started talking to me i was mad because this was supposed to be my last day here and he goes over and hangs out with his friends. Instead of me. He followed me to class and asked for a kiss i said no because i got mad. After school he texted me and said we are breaking up and i was about to tell him i got a second chance to stay but it was too late. He wanted me back and i rejected it. A week later i found out about rumors that were spread. He spread the rumors. I heard that i supposedly sucked his penis and that i am a whore and stuff. My parents found out and they were mad but i had to handle it myself. Two weeks later i found out he started going out with my ex- friend Zoe. I was mad because there was this thing called girl code or whatever and i was sad that i lost a friend. Then i heard that Zoe and her little group were talking crap. It was elementary all over again. So i texted my ex and told him "Tell your gf to stop being a scared little b**** and say it to my face" he didn't answer back and i haven't heard from them since. Then on Instagram i commented on a video and i just said no nigga and these kids ganged up on me and said i was a slut and that i should get out of here and go make their money. My brother backed me up and threatened them. They got scared and deleted the comments he put except mine to make me look bad. So now tomorrow is tuesday and my dad is coming to school with me.


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