The Dreamer With The Sad Eyes

Chapter 2

Primary school.

The time for learning. I'm my case submerging myself in the world of books to get away from the pain of being bullied all the time. Let's throw in 2 new people now. We will call them Maddie and Hayley. The 2 best friends who took it upon themselves to bully me and my best friend. Me for being different and my best friend for being friends with me. then deny all knowledge of it. At first she was kind to us thought she wanted to be our friend but then we realised that she just wanted to get as much information out of us as possible to use it against us and bully us with it.

Not only that though spread it across our entire class so they turned on me too. They would pick on me every time they saw me. It got so bad that it started effecting my school work and my home life but no one cared.

My first 3 years of primary school I didn't really do much didn't learn anything really I could spell letters but no one could make sense of my joined up handwriting at all I struggled a lot because pencil is not my strong point I work better with pen.

But from what I do remember I had a horrible squint. In which I still have to this day but doesn't really effect my ability to see I'd go visit my eye doctor every couple of weeks to see if my eyes were getting better and every time they would put eye drops in my eyes that made my vision really blurry and I hated it I couldn't do anything I'd walk into everything and it sucked

In year 3 the bullying started that's when Hayley joined our class along with another student nicknamed Phoenix He was a lot like me. He didn't fit in, he was bullied all the time and he dressed uniquely when he came over to my house a lot. And I soon picked up that dress style. He was gender non-comformative he wore skirts and crop tops jeans with things hanging off the buckles and he had long hair and did his make up and he was happy he said he loved how he didn't have to fit into any stereotype even though he was bullied for it. Sometimes I wish I felt comfortable in my own skin back then but I didn't and I still don't I hate it. At the time he was the only person I ever told about it because he was the only person that ever truly understood what I was going through. And he never once left my side during that time and I'm so grateful for that.

We would basically trade clothes all the time especially at school as well. I was forced to wear skirts and dresses to school all the time and I hated it I didn't like it one bit. Phoenix would always have a spare pair of jeans for me to change into and a jumper he was the best I'd even lend him a skirt to wear if he really wanted to wear one.

But when everyone found out we swapped clothes the bullying didn't stop there in fact it got progressively worse. We didn't just have separate bullies anymore they all made a pact and they all hated on us together. It was brutal. One time i invited my "friend" let's call her Maya over to my house and she took one look around and cried to go home and then said to everyone that I had loads of stolen stuff in my house. Her best friend let's call her Allison was no better. Her Aunt was my mums best friend and also the lunch lady and she told Allison loads of stories about my family that she spread around school.

She's a nice person with good intentions but didn't know what was going to happen when she told Allison these stories.

By year 4 I made 2 new friends Lets call them Stiles and Ray I didn't really like Ray too much but me and Stiles were good friends but Stiles moved to Africa after a year and Sam became distant and my best friend joined in with the bullies which Was a very backstabbing thing to do and something I don't appreciate but it's whatever now

And then it was just me and Phoenix. We did everything together. We saw movies together got in trouble together had sleepovers. Everything. It was the best and it gave me a temporary fix of happiness until I had to be brought back into reality and back into my sadness and I only spiralled further.