After that, school didn't get any better. They started to treat me like shit every single day. Even some teachers treated me horribly. But the person that was the one that started all of it was Lucia. Who was once my friend. She did anything possible that could hurt me. The worst thing of all of them was that one day she called me a MONSTER and almost everyone from the year agreed with her.
My Spanish teacher Blanca did something to me that I will never forget. It was Thursday and Since I got a good mark on an exam my parents told me that we were going to have dinner in a restaurant. I told them that It was okay, but I had to do my Spanish homework. They told me that they would send a note to Blanca saying that I couldn't do the homework because I was doing something else. After they told me that I wasn't really worried about the homework.
The next day when we had the Spanish lesson I showed Blanca the note that my parents had written. But she didn't care. I tried to explain it to her. But she didn't lisen't. I couldn't go to break or lunch. Why? You ask. Because she made me clean every single desk and locker of everyone in my year. I had to take out the chewing gums and all of the trash. She didn't even give me gloves.
When I came home I started to cry in my room. I tried to hide it from my parents but I wasn't good at it, so the notice. They did everything so that Blanca was expelled. But It didn't work and Blanca just started to hate me and did horrible things to me. I didn't tell my parents because they didn't have proof of anything.
Eventually, I got used to it and I even learned how to hide my real feelings but not just to my parents, for everyone. I changed school. But in my new school, there are times when people treated me like a piece of shit.
