Thread:Snøwfall/@comment-43897176-20191118041038

It all started when I was in 5th grade...

I had "friends" and I was glad to have them, but I had a secret; They abused me both physically and emotionally. They would slap me, kick me, any kind of abuse you can think of, really... And they called me scrawny, weak, midget, and pale and that's just to name a few... I didn't know what has happening, I told nobody, nobdy did anything... They would play a game called "Keep away"... They would grab me, and run off... I would shriek, and yard duties saw, they just didn't care... I became depressed, but acted happy around my family... Sometimes they would hit me so hard I would cry, but I hid it so nobody would notice... When I would get home, I would look at my "bruise collection" purple, yellow, green... I would imagine I was a rainbow giraffe... When I would get home form school, my parents would ask about the bruises... I would tell them, "Oh, it's nothing... I may have, uh, fell.." I was scared to tell them... Then, I found Animal Jam. An escape from reality, where you can do and be anything... I loved it, I would hang out with buddies, play games, and collect a couple rares... I was happy, for once... I dreaded school, I would get hit atleast 2-3 times a day. They would make me throw away trash for them so I wouldn't get hit... I hid in the bathroom stalls, just to be hidden and avoid them... But then, someone told a Yard Duty. They yelled at me to get out, and made me go to the office to write a referral... In that referral, I wrote what had been happening to me the past year... I went to talk with the principal, she read it, got to the hitting part and looked at me... She calmly told me to just go back to class... I didn't tell my Dad, but then I heard his phone ring... The school called him, told him how I was hit for the last year, he looked at me, with a look that seemed angry, but yet, sad... I cried as I told him what was happening, when his eyes started to tear up, that made me cry even harder. I went back to school, and saw my friends looking sad, since their parents were told about them hitting me... I'm glad that it's over with, but I'm alone. Better than being hit, atleast. Thanks if you actually read this, lmao. 