... I don't know what to say. Sorry, Rum.
I've been talking about writing my real life for some time now. I'm not the best writer, but I hope that by writing this down, I'll feel better.
Here goes nothing:
OK so to start off, I'll say that I have 2 brothers and 1 sister.
My sister is HSH, who has told me that she [probably] will not come back to DCW until summer vacation.
It isn't relevant at all, so just ignore what I said there.
Everything was perfect before elementary school. I was well-liked by everyone, and they loved me for who I was back then.
It all changed when I entered elementary school. I remember being bullied and mistreated by my classmates and peers. They would make fun of my name, what I wore, what I ate for lunch... pretty much everything. They also created 'the name disease', which they would shout when I passed by. Thankfully, this did not last long. And then there was this other time when a girl from a different class pushed me off the stairwell. Thankfully, none of my bones broke. I decided not to tell my parents in case they try to do worse things to me. Another time, a superb actress in my class decided to 'get' my baby photo. I couldn't believe that I fell for her trick. In 4th grade, a boy in my class declared that he hated me so much that he would cut my face off the class picture. My teacher was furious at the boy and allowed me choose the class picture for the yearbook, much to the protests of all my classmates. There's too much to list.
Things at home weren't going well either. I would get beaten or slapped by my parents once a week due to 'misbehavior' and 'not getting 100%'. To top it all off, my three siblings were adding on to my additional stress. Things were not even close to OK.
Thankfully, that was the last year I spent in that school. My parents had me take a entrance test to a reputable school, and I was accepted for having the best results out of all the other students I was competing against. I am still attending this reputable school to this day. 5th Grade was enjoyable, but there was a different boy who decided to bully me. He swore repeatedly at me, using words like B**** and F*** [You]. He also avoided me and teamed up with some friends to insult me and put his plan into action. After all, he was my academic rival, who I eventually beat in the end of the school year. The teacher decided to give me a certificate for my efforts, courtesy of the school.
Middle school was OK for me, I think. 6th grade introduced a new bully who sat opposite of me. This guy talked non stop during class. The teacher almost had to shut him in a room so everyone else could concentrate on their work. He would say things about me in the middle of class and everyone would start laughing. Thanks to him, I was humiliated for just being in class. Another boy decided to tell me 'Yo Momma' jokes, which I took offense at. 7th Grade passed by quickly and it was by far the most enjoyable year of school I had. Sure, it was not perfect, and there was this one b**** who enjoyed insulting me like she did with her buddy back in 5th grade, but everything else was fine. After all, the b**** was sent off to boarding school as the school year drew to an end. My parents were invited to church that year, and since then I believed in God. 8th Grade was different; there were rumors that the boy who insulted me back in 4th Grade was going to attend my school. The rumors were true, all right, and he came. He attended the same Mandarin class as I did, where the teacher took delight in picking on me. I lost friends thanks to that teacher.
This year I started 9th grade as a loner. I decided to rebuild my life and maybe possibly get popular in High School. After half the school year was over, I realized that my best work was earning me Bs and Cs. I didn't like Bs and Cs, and resolved to earn at least an A by the end of the school year. I had tons of friends from church, but virtually none at school = At school I was the emo loner but at church I was the life of the party. I bet my classmates wouldn't have dreamed that I would have lots of friends at church. So much for bullying me. I didn't like the way I was at school. I wanted to leave school right after we were let off from class so I could be myself without people staring rudely, mocking or making fun of me. Lately, I've been posting more on DCW and I know I can be myself here, like how I am at church with my friends. I'm getting baptized this month on May 29th!
Alright... now about my love life. OK, so I've had lots of crushes in my life. But I'll only talk about ONE of my crushes. I've liked him since I was 8. He was a sweet and decent boy, the first and only 'perfect' guy I know. We had lots of fun together as kids. Now he's not sweet nor decent anymore, but more of a dense aho. His skin is darker than mine, so I always used to joke that he was 'Heiji' and I was 'Kazuha', and he would protest that he's not Heiji and I'm far from being Kazuha. You get what I mean - he was my childhood sweetheart. A few months ago, he told me he didn't have many friends and didn't like anyone in particular. He told me that we were just good friends and nothing more than that. I felt really hurt and didn't really have much choice to do anything else. Then, I joined DCW and found LHC. I've only just gotten over him and I don't want another crush to deal with right now.
So there you have it. That's my life summarized by me. Thanks everyone. *hugs*
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