I got made fun of
a lot because I’m weird-looking. I’m fat, and I have red hair so they call me carrot top … I think it started
in third grade when I gained weight. I’m better now- I’m not made fun of but I’m ignored, which is all right
with me. There’s the occasional jerk who will say something mean, and I’m very sensitive so it hurts a
lot.
I sorta ask for it with my backpack covered in patches and stuff. But it was worse in intermediate
school- for some reason if you were different they’d go after you and tease you till the death. I believe that
was the beginning of my suicidal thoughts. It was really that bad. I always had little bits of paper in my hair,
spit balls, gum once- I had stopped wearing it down because of it. The ones who picked on me somehow managed to,
every so often, crack a joke about me and get the entire class to laugh.
But enough drama- I did have
friends and people avoided me when they were around, thankfully.
I think they’re more … 'stay to their
own kind’ sorts in my high school. Though I usually hear the labeling ‘dirty rocker’, which is absurd because
I do like rock, but I also listen to some hippie music and unknown alternative artists. Don’t label, ummkay?
xD
Thus, I have taken ‘weird’ as a compliment because it usually renders the dumb-dumbs speechless.
Can’t say this will work for everyone since I’ve been to an evil school and I know that some kids just don’t
give up. I just wanna rid the world of evil. =P Too bad that’s impossible with this world …