Dealing with Loneliness

I never had many friends. I was unceasingly the loner kid, sitting in the corner, non talking or blush looking at anyone, you know? The one with the glasses, the braces, the un alter shoes the guiltless victim. For as long as I could remember Id been picked on. Whether it was someone thieving my books, or pushing me over by slash, there was always something. The awful thing was, nobody gullmed to care. The teachers chose not to see it, and my parents just told me to deal with it just ignore them was one of their favourite lines. So I built up a wall. I learnt to keep let on of peoples way, and just do what they told me to do.I never drew attention to myself in lessons fake that I was dumb, that I didnt know anything. My teachers despaired of me, I think later on all, wouldnt you? So when I started secondary condition, I saw it as an opportunity to start afresh. No one knew me, I could be a different person, and maybe people wouldnt be so mean. And at first, it worked. I ha d a group of friends, which was a novelty for me, seeing as it had never happened before, and I made more of an effort in lessons. My parents didnt mind that I was going out every night to see out in the park.They were just relieved that I wasnt slake a loner. I actually spoke to them at home, told them more or less my day they were amazed. Over the next few months, my popularity increased. I found myself in the halfway of a large group of friends, and it was fascinating to me that these people actually cherished to be around me, to be my friend, to talk to me and this time, they said nice things, not insults and threats. I never told any of my new friends about the bullying at my primary domesticate. I guess I thought that if I told them, they susceptibility change their opinions of me and maybe think that I wasnt so cool after all.About half way through my first year at secondary school, a boy started at our school. When we were told in assembly, the name rang a bell in my memory, but I couldnt put a face to the name. further as soon as he walked into our class, I knew who he was. I must feed foole a two-bagger take or something, because my best friend sitting next to me instanter asked me what was wrong. He was a guy from my primary school, the leader of the nastiness. I dont think he recognised me at least he didnt show it after all, the glasses had gone and I was sitting with loads of my friends, not in my old haunt in the corner.For about a week he did nothing, he didnt even sing to me I was stupid enough to think that maybe he had forgotten. But I was wrong. About a week after he started, I started to get these texts, saying horrible, cruel things worse than theyd been before. I knew it was him truthful away, but he never said his name, so I couldnt prove it. My friends didnt know. I didnt tell them. My parents didnt notice, it was a busy time at work and they were too wrapped up in their own lives. I became more and more shy, more unkin dly off, and slowly my school work started to suffer.It was like being back at primary school all over again. Luckily, the teachers at my secondary school wouldnt let it slip so easily. They phoned home and told my parents they thought something was wrong. My parents sit down me down and wouldnt let me leave until I told them what was going on. I didnt want to, it was like admitting defeat, but finally I showed them the texts. They were horrified. I didnt want to contact the school, I didnt want to do anything about it, but they did, and I realise now that it was for my own good.The school sorted it all out hes gone from my spiritedness now, and I dont have to speak to him ever again. My friends were floor when they found out what had been going on. They couldnt believe I hadnt told them about it before. What surprised me the most was that they didnt think I was swooning or stupid, and they didnt change their minds about me in fact, it made our friendships stronger, because I fe lt more open with them. I think I would have dealt with it better if Id told my friends. But its in the then(prenominal) now, and I try not to stay on it. My life has travel on.