AN: This ones a little more serious I guess. But it does have inspirational message I suppose. Don't forget to review! I own nothing. Enjoy.
I pretend it doesn't get to me; the constant taunting and name calling I receive on a daily bases, but really it hurts. It nearly hurts as much as it does when they knock Archie of his crutches or when they punch Evan in the stomach as we walk past and there's nothing I can do to make it stop. Of course the three of us have decided that we're above all that. Once we're older and more successful than them then who'll be laughing? But lately it's becoming harder and harder to remember this sentiment; especially when I walk into the bathroom to find 'NO HOBBITS' spray painted over all the cubicles. Or when I'm walking through the corridors, hand in Evan's, innocently chatting away to my two (and only) best friends, and some obnoxious cheerleader slams our books onto the floor, sending the homework I've spent days on, flying across the hallway. And what can we do? Stand up for ourselves and just get it worse the next day? So instead we pick up our books and continue down the corridor as if nothing ever happened. Maybe none of them bother to think about the fact that Archie's dying and spends 80% of his time in and out of hospital or that Evan went through the toughest year of his life last year with his mum and dad fighting over the phone every night (he was lucky to arrive at school with four hours of sleep) or that maybe every time they call me names or pinch me as I'm walking past or trip me up or complain that I'm all bones or too skinny or that my face is ruining their day, I go home and cry until I'm numb. I'm trying to remind myself that all this will be worth it in the end. After all, the time I spend away from school with Evan and Archie is the best of my existence; I just have to remember that all this will be over soon. One day I won't even remember their names. One day I won't even remember the time when I was 16 years old and getting bullied for things I couldn't control. But the thing is, I will always remember. This will always scar my memory of what life was like as a teenager but hopefully when I'm 30 I'll look back and be able to remember all the things that were good in my life as well.