My childhood (though it's still going being 16 and all) wasn't all lollipops and rainbows it was more like I was in hell and there was nothing but misery. True there were some good memories, but all of the good things came when my parents got back together after 2 years. But the bad memories over shadow the good ones.

My first memory is when I was in kindergarten when I was about 4 or 5 and my parents had just gotten a divorce.
I was in the country side with my grandparents, I was enjoying the beautiful summer day and running around with my grandpa's dogs Volli and Marta. I was having a blast.
Then my mom came and told me to sit down ( we were then in the house) and told me that they are divorcing. I remember getting really upset and started crying and shouting ' NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!' while hugging my mom, who was also crying.
Everything after that was a blur...
And the there's the second memory. It was a few months after the divorce, it was spring and my dad got a new girlfriend and my mom a new boyfriend( I still hate him, he was a complete idiot). I was out side of my kindergarten with a few others from my group. I think it was 2 girls? Anyway I was waiting for miss Kean she was my dad's new girlfriend. She was so nice, and I called her auntie Kean. We used to go swimming every Saturday, just the two of us.

While I was waiting for auntie Kean some first grade boys came up to us. And they started to threatened me. Just me.
I remember them saying something in the lines of
" If you don't star crying we will bash this guys head in!" or something.
You see I used to be a real crybaby back then, and naturally I started to cry and wail for them to stop.
But thankfully auntie Kean came and told me to get in while glaring at the first grade boys.
That was the first time I saw her glaring at somebody.
After that we went to the store, I think.

Miss Kean even introduced me to my very first friend, Mitch Richy Mitchelson. He was also my first crush, though that lived shortly. Back then I still lived in the city, i was friends with him for 2 years, but when I moved to the forest yet still went to the same school ( he was a grade ahead of me) he started to ignore me and I lost my only friend just like that. I was 8 back then. That's all I remember back from kindergarten blocked away all the bad memories from then in hopes of better memories when starting school. It was far from better though, it was a thousand times worse when I started school at the age of 7 turning 8 in December.
The first week of first grade was peaceful and quiet for me, I only knew one boy from my class, we went to the same kindergarten group. But we never talked.
I didn't have any friends, I was already back then all alone.
I just sat behind my desk and sketching on the last pages of my notebooks. I still do that to this day, now that I'm 16.

But the second week was a real nightmare, this boy named Kevin Timothy Stewart was the reason of my misery. He was also in my class, a real shorty. He used to spit in my face, pull my hair, rip my drawings to shreds and always called my 'Fugly' (A/n: for those who don't know fugly means ugly and fat,, I really was called that from kindergarten to 7 grade). He even sometimes beat me up, I remember getting a black eye at the end of the 4 semester in first grade. I used to go home crying every night from 1 grade to 7 grade.
Though Kevin Timothy wasn't the only person who bullied me, it was the entire class. Even after Kevin Timothy was expelled in 5 grade from school and had to change schools, I was over the mother freaking moon when I heard that, the class still kept on bullying me.
So I still went to the city school for 2 more years till I had enough and told my mom that I wanted-no I needed to change schools.
She said since it's still the middle of the school year I can't yet so I waited anxiously for the end,of the graduation ceremony. But before that we had to have a class trip to England. Yes the place was beautiful but I couldn't enjoy it. But before we had left fir the trip the night before I asked my aunt to cut my hair in a sidecut. You see I had really long hair it almost reached my butt but I had it cut into a sidecut.
So when I went to school that morning everyone watched me and looked at me weirdly. Though I was used to it already.
After the trip came the school year ending ceremony, we have to wear black and white clothes on ceremony days but I wore a different color, I wore RED. Because in a crowd of black and white red stands out really brightly, I wanted to be rebellious at least once in that horrid school, and nobody knew that I was changing schools anyway. Might as well have them have a surprise right?
Everything was red, my shirt was red with small black sculls all over it, red jeans, red sneakers with white stripes, a red ribbon as a headband, red lip gloss, black eyeliner and mascara with red eye shadow.
When my homeroom teacher miss Satan herself miss Ava Jona, (she's like 50?) she said in a harsh tone "where are your black and white clothes?"
And I said " I am wearing black and white see? *points at black sculls* here's the black * points at the white stripes on the sneakers* and here's the white!"
That was the first time I had been sassy with a teacher, and it most certainly wasn't the last time.

So then came summer, I was so happy that I got away from that hellhole. The entire summer I was happy, having fun, working in my grandmothers Tourism house, earned some money to by myself a new phone. My last one went totally haywire. I couldn't do anything!

I was 14 when I made the choice to change schools, to change my life. And I was 14 when I got my very first true friends.

I'm Buttercup Frost, and I'm here too tell you my story of my new life, full of new adventures, friendship and school life.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my new story! This is mostly about Buttercup and the hardships of a teenage girl who was a victim of bullying for many years and her making a life changing decision for a better life!