My Sophomore Year

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In this short story, you will find out what my tenth grade year was like. Please enjoy

My Sophomore Year

 

I’m a sophmore in highschool, my sister’s a senior in the same school. She gets bullied all the time and I’m the one that has to stick up for her, don’t get me wrong I love my sister I just feel horrible about her getting bullied. Every time I try to stick up for her I always get the worst of it. People bully me because I care for her, they don’t understand what it feels like. They say big schools are horrible, I say small schools are worse, everyone knows you and if you try anything shady or different you’ll be run out of this school, even if it takes years. That’s what I feel like is going on here with my family. We’re not shady, we just care about people, and we don’t care about looks. Apparently, that’s a bad thing here, apparently you’re supposed to care about looks more than anything else. I find it horrible that a school like this is as bad as it sounds, trust me, if you were here you’d want to leave as fast as you could. I’m not going to leave though, I have to stand up for my sister, and I’m going to graduate with my horrid class.

Enough with me, let’s talk about my school, my sister, the students, and especially the staff. First, the school is a real hole in the ground, I’m surprised that it’s still running honestly because everyone who goes here, ultimately hates it in the end. It doesn’t take a day for a new kid to hate this school, I should know, I came here sixth grade year and got bullied the second semester because I was “strange”, and “fat”. Yeah, I weighed 150 but that doesn’t mean you can just come up to someone that you don’t know and just assume that they’re stupid and they’ll never be as cool as you. You have to get  to know them, and that’s what everyone didn’t do. I had to change myself, I wish I didn’t, I loved how I was, and was it worth changing myself? No, I still got bullied, and then my sister started getting bullied. Teenagers are cruel, and I’m one talking about it. It’s quite ironic to be fair, if a teenager can be this wise, why can’t all the other one’s be wise too? It’s not too much to ask for is it? Well it kinda is, but still, I think about what I should do and how to handle. I’m making myself sound like I’m all good, I should stop. Anyways, I’m not angelic, I get un-rational a lot, I scream, I yell, I cry, I’m sensitive in situations in which one should not be sensitive.

 All I can say is stick up for the ones you love, don’t let people walk all over you, your family or anyone you care about. Care about your enemies, no matter how hurtful they are to you, mentally, verbally, and physically. I’ve been verbally bullied, and sometimes physically. People are rude and there’s one thing you can do about it. You have to stick to your beliefs and don’t care what anyone else thinks about you. They’re not you are they? No, you’re you, and no one else can be you, because you are taken. Make that your new motto, think about it, make it stick into your brain. If you want to try to be someone else good luck, but trust me, it’s only going to end up bad. If you want to change, go ahead, but think it through. Many people have tried to change and most have failed. They failed because they’re supposed to be who they are right then and there. If you fail don’t worry, just go back to who you are and love yourself. Not saying you do or don’t but truly, think to yourself, and think of all the times that when no one was there to help you, you got through. How did you get through it? By yourself, you thought of what could make you happy and you succeeded. Everyone’s important, even the bullies, I’ve dealt with them pretty much my whole life because of how I look, sound, the words I use to talk, weight, and feelings.

 I love how I got off topic.. Anyways the staff at my school are either completely toxic, or they’re foregoing. My principal for instance.. He’s toxic. The guys at my school can’t show armpit hair, and the girls at my school can’t show shoulders. What are shoulders going to do to a guy? Turn them on?? Heck no, and what about armpit hair? Is it going to turn a girl on? I think not. Most of my teachers here support that idea, and all the students are pretty mad about it. I don’t blame them honestly, it is a pretty stupid rule. See what I did there, pretty. I don’t think you’ll get it, anyways the students at my school are really idiotic with life choices but pretty smart when it comes to class grades. Not saying all of them are, but I should be nice, never know who’ll read this. Oh, but they do love to make people especially people like me mad. They know we can’t handle it because we’re either sensitive or we have a really bad anger issue. Either way, the life choices they make are pretty horrific. They smoke weed, drink beer, going drinking and driving.

Now, this is going to be pretty detailed with what I’m about to tell you, it’s only from my sister’s point of view so it might be a bit scratchy here and there. My sister was going out to hang with her friends on this fateful Saturday night. My family and I were sitting around playing the game Madden. She asked if she could go hang with her friends and my mom let her. When she got in the car she didn’t notice anything weird so they left. They were going down our dirt road at around 60, when one of her friends, Charles, got out a bottle of whiskey.. She then realized that she knew exactly what was going on. The driver, Jim, kept speeding up and was going around 90 mph. She knew immediately that he was drunk, and she told him to turn around and take her home. It took five minutes of convincing and then he finally did it. They turned around and as soon as she got home, she rushed inside and started to cry think that they could’ve killed her. Now, in saying all of this, I was definitely worried for her, and I don’t really like showing that side of me. When she told me who were all in the car, I started thinking and devising of a plan that would help me potentially teach the maniacs a lesson.

I emailed the principal, and yet he seemed to not care. So I wrote a note and set it on one of my teacher’s chair. They saw it and just folded it up like it were a joke. I was pretty angered then, so I just walked off. The next day I came to school, I thought I would handle the driver. So in that case as soon as I walked into the school doors I acted angered, and mad. It scared a lot of people and even some of my teachers. They let me be until about sixth hour. That’s the hour when it all went down. I told Jim that I knew what he had done, and I told the teacher that I was angry so she let me be. I told Jim, that if he were to mess up ever again like that I would call the cops.. Well, lets just say that I did in fact scare him enough to where he didn’t do such a thing. Weird isn’t it? I do believe he did drink and drive again, but definitely not with my sister, and definitely not with anyone who would gossip about it. That’s the thing though, I can ultimately find out anything because of people, all I need to do is just convince them a bit to tell them and we’re all good. I have the details and they lose the info they were supposed to keep. Sounds fun, right? It’s not, in fact it’s stressful. It’s exactly like being a detective trying to figure out if any of your siblings or friends did anything bad, or anything at all, and if they did, what did they do.

You lose friends, you gain friends with what I do. It’s a hard life style with this kind of school and having trust issues with literally everyone. People end up hating you for a lot of reasons, you get in trouble for antagonizing people. In fact, people here are just rude, selfish, stuck up, and snotty. Worst of all, they’re nosy. Yet, I get in trouble for being the nosy one, it makes no sense right? Well it apparently does in their head. You can’t fight people like that, you just can’t.. It’s merely impossible, because to them you’re always wrong, and never right.

Now for my personal life.. It sucks, it generally does suck. When I need help I have no one to talk to, and people just think I’m grouchy. I’m not, I look for help, I seek for it actually, but I never find it. I cry myself to sleep, yes. If that’s what you were thinking anyway. I do cry myself to sleep, I try to think of things that will make me happy. I’ve had suicidal thoughts, I’ve even said that I wanted to kill myself because I’m so lonely. Did I get slapped for saying? Oh yes I did, I got yelled at. When you’re suicidal you never want to be yelled at, it makes it worse. Your thoughts just become deeper, and more sick. Sometimes, in most cases you end up actually committing it, or at least trying to commit it. You have no one in your life that you can trust, and if you do they might even leave you after you tell them your secrets.

Now with all this said. Me giving you my Sophomore year life story, I ask that you seek in your happiness. Make the bullies your friends, and keep everyone especially yourself grateful that you are here. No one can replace you, no one can be you, and yet of all, no one can actually ever get over you. Suicide is not a joking matter, I’ve had friends who think about it all the time, and yet I always get them out of it because I show how caring I am, and in return they do the same. If your friends don’t do that, ditch them and get some real friends. Seek happiness, seek faith, seek love, seek friendship, and best of all seek life. That’s all I have to say. Good luck with your life, and enjoy it.


Submitted: November 29, 2016

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Made in google docs, sorry for the words that stick out above the rest of the sentence.

Tue, November 29th, 2016 8:58pm

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