Teen Ink

7TH GRADE

6th grade flew by and then came my second year at Mountview, that was when the drama really started. 7th grade came and I thought I was ready to handle everything I was going to deal with. I realized 1 week into school I couldn’t. I will admit it was the “best year” only because that was when I made the most friends and had the most fun. I did have ups and downs that year but I learned to push myself through it all. Around that time I began learning the ways of other people, and how to put a wall up. That’s what I did. I never let anyone see the real me because I was so afraid of what people would say about me. 7th grade was hard. That was the year I really started to be affected by the noise around me. I had never had the problem of being picked on before so I didn’t know how to cope with it. I didn’t know how to defend myself. All I knew how to do was sit and take the emotional abuse. The bullying. When I had gone into Mountview I was happy, then as years went by I became drained of all happiness I had in myself. I guess some people got pleasure out of seeing me suffer. I never really showed it though, I never cried, I never yelled I just stayed silent. Silence was the only way I could collect my thoughts when I was upset. Which is something I still do. When I feel like I’m about to break I sit in silence, so quiet you can barley hear me breathing. I didn’t want people to know I was upset but somehow they always knew. I never let anyone see the real me because I was so afraid of what people would say about me. 7th grade was hard. That was the year I really started to be affected by the noise around me. I had never had the problem of being picked on before so I didn’t know how to cope with it. I didn’t know how to defend myself. All I knew how to do was sit and take the emotional abuse. The bullying. When I had gone into Mountview I was happy, then as years went by I became drained of all happiness I had in myself. I guess some people got pleasure out of seeing me suffer. I never really showed it though, I never cried, I never yelled I just stayed silent. Silence was the only way I could collect my thoughts when I was upset. Which is something I still do. When I feel like I’m about to break I sit in silence, so quiet you can barley hear me breathing. I didn’t want people to know I was upset but somehow they always knew. People would poke fun at me all the time. Silence was a sign of weakness. I wasn’t weak though. That these moments I was weak but over all the experience made me a stronger person. Pushed around and kicked but when I fell down I wasn’t going to give up, I was going to keep trying to get up when they kicked me down.