Bullying was supposed to stop in middle school right? Everyone was supposed to be mature and kind right? Not right. Every day I went to this hell hole known as school. And every day I got papers and garbage thrown on me. All because of him. He was popular and cute, not to mention the star athlete. He convinced everyone to hate my guts, I don't even know why.. I only said one word to him. That one word was Ci-Ciao. Maybe I should start from the beginning.
Thoughts of the past.
I was 12 at the time, maybe 11. I just moved to America from Italy and I was nervous, especially since I just learned how to speak fluent English. It took me three years to master this language. I mean why was the g in foreign silent? It's just so complicated…
I sighed tucking my blond hair behind my ears. I wanted my mama to put my hair in ping tails but it's too early to wake mama up now. I knew waking up early was not good but I was so excited.
I stared into my mirror. I had pale skin and blond hair. That is normal in America, no? Yes of course, I saw an American magazine and all the women were blond.
I stared at the outfit I chosen. It was a white sun dress that went to my knees and a pair of new white sneakers. Mama bought it for me. I quickly changed into my new outfit, careful not to make any wrinkles.
By the time I was changed, Mama was asking me how I wanted my hair. I told her ping tails, all the Americans wore ping tails. Mama put my hair and ping tails and smiled. "You look beautiful, gattino (kitten) "Thank you, mama."
My mama walked me to the bus stop and kissed me on the cheek. Ti amo, (I love you) said mama.
" I love you, mama. "
I smiled as the big huge yellow bus stopped in front of the stop sign. I soon entered the bus and looked for a seat. Every seat was full except for one. A boy with black hair and tan skin occupied the only seat that I could sit in. The boy glared at me and I smiled nervously and accidently said Ci-ciao, instead of hello. The boy looked outraged and shoved me out of the seat and said, "What did you say?'
I looked up, tears threatening to fall and said, ciao, it means hello. "No it doesn't! It's a curse word! I know it! Nobody says hello like that! The boys voice turned roughed, like knifes my mama used to cook with.
The bus went to a halt and I got up before I could get yelled at again. As I got up the boy who yelled at me shoved me into a pile of mud that as soon as I got out.
I looked down at my stained outfit and I cried. Not the loud type of crying but silent unnoticeable tears rolled down my cheeks. I ran into a bathroom stall and after I was somewhat less messy I left.
As I walked down the hallway I realized something. No one had blond hair or pale skin. They all had dark hair colors like black and brown. No girls wore a dress. They all wear shirts and jeans. No one had their hair in ping tails, they all had it down.
These observations made me realize something that changed my life forever, I was a freak.