Dealing with Loneliness

I never had many friends. I was always the l adept wolf kid, academic session in the corner, not talking or even looking at anyone, you know? The one with the spectacles, the braces, the un feeble shoes the classic victim. For as long as I could remember Id been picked on. Whether it was someone thieving my books, or pushing me over by accident, there was always something. The terribly thing was, nobody seemed to care. The teachers chose not to see it, and my parents just told me to deal with it just ignore them was one of their ducky lines. So I built up a wall. I learnt to keep out of communitys way, and just do what they told me to do.I never drew attention to myself in lessons pretended that I was dumb, that I didnt know anything. My teachers despaired of me, I think after all, wouldnt you? So when I started secondary educate, I saw it as an chance to start afresh. No one knew me, I could be a different person, and maybe people wouldnt be so mean. And at first, it worked. I had a group of friends, which was a novelty for me, seeing as it had never happened before, and I made more of an effort in lessons. My parents didnt mind that I was liberation out every night to hang out in the park.They were just relieved that I wasnt still a loner. I actually spoke to them at home, told them around my day they were amazed. Over the attached few months, my popularity increased. I implant myself in the middle of a large group of friends, and it was fascinating to me that these people actually wanted to be around me, to be my friend, to talk to me and this time, they said nice things, not insults and threats. I never told any of my new friends about the bullying at my primary school. I guess I thought that if I told them, they might change their opinions of me and maybe think that I wasnt so cool after all.About half way through my first year at secondary school, a boy started at our school. When we were told in assembly, the name rang a bell in my memory, u nless I couldnt drop a face to the name. But as soon as he walked into our class, I knew who he was. I must have done a double take or something, because my best friend sitting next to me immediately asked me what was wrong. He was a guy from my primary school, the leader of the nastiness. I dont think he recognised me at least he didnt show it after all, the glasses had gone and I was sitting with loads of my friends, not in my old haunt in the corner.For about a week he did nothing, he didnt even speak to me I was stupid generous to think that maybe he had forgotten. But I was wrong. About a week after he started, I started to get these texts, saying horrible, cruel things worse than theyd been before. I knew it was him straight away, but he never said his name, so I couldnt prove it. My friends didnt know. I didnt guarantee them. My parents didnt notice, it was a busy time at work and they were too wrapped up in their own lives. I became more and more shy, more closed off, an d slowly my school work started to suffer.It was handle being back at primary school all over again. Luckily, the teachers at my secondary school wouldnt let it slip so easily. They phoned home and told my parents they thought something was wrong. My parents sat me down and wouldnt let me leave until I told them what was going on. I didnt want to, it was like admitting defeat, but finally I showed them the texts. They were horrified. I didnt want to contact the school, I didnt want to do anything about it, but they did, and I realise now that it was for my own good.The school sorted it all out hes gone from my breeding now, and I dont have to speak to him ever again. My friends were shocked when they found out what had been going on. They couldnt believe I hadnt told them about it before. What surprised me the most was that they didnt think I was weak or stupid, and they didnt change their minds about me in fact, it made our friendships stronger, because I felt more open with them . I think I would have dealt with it better if Id told my friends. But its in the past now, and I try not to stay on it. My life has moved on.