If you were a guy like me you would understand what it's like to get bullied every day because of the way I like to dress and have my hair. I am stereotypically the nobody, no one likes me. I hate stereo types. But as unfair as life is, this is just one thing that will make me stronger. People always think of me as depressed and I hate everything, that isn't the case. I am not depressed but extremely insecure, I don't hate everything but my outlook on life and the environment around me has shown what this world can do to people. So I don't hate anything but I have learnt to dislike some things. I used to have a friend but she moved away when we were younger. Alice. She was the nicest person I had ever met, she didn't judge me. We were both unique, she always wore bright colours and didn't care what other people thought of her. That I envied of her.
I got out of bed as normal and went over to my drawer to get some clothes out. I took a plain white shirt and my leather jacket, I grabbed my only pair of clean black skinny jeans. I then walked to my bathroom to do my hair and wash my face. While I waited for the straightener to heat up so I could straighten my hobbit hair I washed my face. I started with the cleanser thing then the soap then the mositurizer. About five minutes later the straightener was hot enough to use so I started on my hair. A very short time later I had finished. I cleaned my snake bites, another thing I get bullied about, I have lip rings not the bars. I think they look horrible so I have rings but people don't understand that. I looked in the mirror at my outfit, I was very unsatifyed with it so I checked the time, I had ten minutes before I had to get to the bus stop. I raced back into my room and looked around my room, I grabbed the nearest band shirt and flannel. I got changed so fast and sprayed myself in deodorant. I put my hightop black and white converse on.
I walked slowly to the bus stop with music blasting in both ears, I kept walking until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stopped for a split second wondering who it could be then I realized it was the school bully and the sports captain, Percy 'Butch' Romano. I kept walking straight ahead to the bus stop turning my music up louder, I couldn't hear if they were doing anything until I got to the bus itself. I felt my feet get taken out from under me, luckily I caught myself. After I recomposed myself i looked behind me to see butch and his possy snickering, they probably put a 'kick me' sign or something immature like that. i reached around my back to find exactly that, a 'kick me' sign. i screwed it up and threw it in the bin in the bus, i greeted the bus driver and went to the back where i then heard the bus driver telling the guys off. i mentally high fived him, i looked out the window and turned my music up again because my favorite song came on; champion by falling in reverse.
Finally after countless things getting thrown at me the bus ride ended, i got off last and was the only one that thanked the driver. i took one earphone out and walked to homecare as the bell went, i walked in and the class went silent. i was tempted to say something but i could never say anything out loud, another part of being a nobody, stereotyically i cant talk or dont have a voice or something stupid like that. i took my usual seat at the front, i looked at my teacher Mrs. Watson and she gave me a sad smile. i dont know why but she pities me, she did the roll and then let us sit for a while. a few minutes before the bell for first period went she asked everyone if they had their diaries signed, i looked around the room awkwardly without putting my hand up becasue i never got anything signed. its not like my parents are bad people they just dont have the time ecause they are always on business trips. they put money into an account for me to buy things i need and want, "its ok" the teavher said rubbing my arm. "thanks" i mumbled. i didnt have the major bullies in my class so that madeit more barible but the teacher makes it a lot more awkward than it should be.
the bell went so everyone got up and left the room, Mrs. Watson called out to everyone to have a good day which recieved a few mumbled respones but mostly silence.
The day was a drag. That is an understatement, it was horrible. Percy was picking on me like usual and I was kicked out of the music room like usual because I don't have an instumetn to play. I play the guitar but I just sit in there obverving everyone else playing, I really want to join a band but I don't have anybody to have in a band. I take my education seriously so im not going to drop out, in extended homecare in period five the teacher announced that we will be having a new student next week. Joy. Another person to pick on me, if it's a girl then she is going to be taken care of by the 'popular girls' if it s a guy then Percy and his possy of fuckwits will take careof him. Both until they get bored of them and throw them out like a lost puppy