Chapter Three
My fourth-grade year was okay but my fifth grade year of elementary school really sucked because this fat guy name Jaquan was calling me names and saying bad stuff I started crying because I was pissed off and everybody asked me was I okay because they thought that I was scared but I was just mad.
And that same year a kid in my grade had died I didn't really know him I just knew he was in the same grade as me that's it. And even though I got bullied I still had my four friends Dorothy, Georgia, Jasmine, and Tamera.
I still remember this day like it was yesterday, Dorothy and Georgia had got the arguing in class and they spill paint water on me I was mad and this girl name Zia threw something at me and I turn around and mean mugged her and was about to say something but I got called to the principal office.
When I got there my best friend Dorothy told her aunt who is the principal that I did something to her and I started crying because I was already upset about something else and for her to sit and do that hurt my feelings when I wasn't the one who did that to her.
The next year during my six-grade year was okay even with the guys in my class always picking on me and calling me ugly, saying I was tall had no tits and that I looked like a boy. I told them they were ugly too and that I did had tits it just I wore big t-shirts, they didn't scare me one bit because I knew and they knew they wouldn't go out and pick with anyone else that wasn't in our class.
All I know is they would have put their hands on me I would have snapped, I knew deep down that I wasn't ugly even when I got picked on throughout middle school I came here to learn not be immature and don't know how to grow up. While they were saying I was ugly I had guys who weren't in my school tryna get with me.
And that same year a kid in my grade had died I didn't really know him I just knew he was in the same grade as me that's it. And even though I got bullied I still had my four friends Dorothy, Georgia, Jasmine, and Tamera.
I still remember this day like it was yesterday, Dorothy and Georgia had got the arguing in class and they spill paint water on me I was mad and this girl name Zia threw something at me and I turn around and mean mugged her and was about to say something but I got called to the principal office.
When I got there my best friend Dorothy told her aunt who is the principal that I did something to her and I started crying because I was already upset about something else and for her to sit and do that hurt my feelings when I wasn't the one who did that to her.
The next year during my six-grade year was okay even with the guys in my class always picking on me and calling me ugly, saying I was tall had no tits and that I looked like a boy. I told them they were ugly too and that I did had tits it just I wore big t-shirts, they didn't scare me one bit because I knew and they knew they wouldn't go out and pick with anyone else that wasn't in our class.
All I know is they would have put their hands on me I would have snapped, I knew deep down that I wasn't ugly even when I got picked on throughout middle school I came here to learn not be immature and don't know how to grow up. While they were saying I was ugly I had guys who weren't in my school tryna get with me.
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