My story of last year!
Hey! I'm Claire. I'm 15 and will be a sophomore in high
school. I live in the bottom of Ohio but go to a high school in
Kentucky. I use to be homeschooled meaning that my only classmate
was my sister who is a grade younger than me. I wanted to go to a
‘normal’ school because I wanted to know the feeling
of a class room and having friends. I have triplet brothers who
are 5 years older than me. My one brother has CP (cerebral palsy)
and can't speak. I lived in an environment where there was no
swearing, no media because it wasn’t always the safest for
kids, help taking care of my older brother, loving family, and
growing strong in my faith.
My younger years were spent moving
from friends to friends. I learned that there is no such thing as real friends.
Friends who will stick with you and someone you actually like.
All you need is yourself in life. One day, you will die on your
own so why need friends? I have become shy around people and just
started ignoring that there was a world outside of my home. If I
ever did meet someone, I would just keep in mind that it
won’t last and it meant nothing. I would leave people
before I was left. I had a hard time taking people
seriously. I started the school year with a promise that I
will actually try harder and make friends and apart of a
By November, I made plenty of
friends. We would all gather in the front entrance by the benches
and it was like our spot to meet each other. However, a girl who
I met before anyone else started pinching me in the waist. We
were all doing it to each other for fun. Except, the difference
was I don’t think she was doing it in a friendly matter -
maybe I was paranoid I don’t know. I could never get her
back while she got me all the time. Every once in awhile, when I
did, other people noticed. Once, they were
defending her while she was
the one who started it all.
Sitting behind me, she would also kick me in the back. Luckily,
Catholicism was my only class with her.
By December, though, she started
fighting with me on random things. I am known for being innocent,
someone who couldn't hurt anyone, and a girl who knows
nothing because she “lived in a ‘box’”
meaning my whole life I lived outside of the world of reality. I
would ask stupid questions or not understand something, because I
lived in a ‘clean’ home. People would tell me how it
was strange that I didn’t know
about this and that. I once saw someone gossipping about
it and they knew I was there too. My friends would say things
that made it sound like a huge deal and then go on telling other
friends about it with gasps every so often making me sound like a
kid. They think I’m so innocent! I always wanted to prove
them all wrong! There, at high school, I was updated fast -
learned most of the swear words, the kind of music these days,
January after Christmas break
everything changed. The girl started physically fighting me. She
would slap me, try to push me off my seat, and flick my hair.
Everyone were friends with her. She looked so harmless. I
wasn’t her first ‘victim’. She has hit plenty
other of her friends. She was known for hitting when she was
stressed or tense. People would just brush it off saying that its
nothing and that she does it to
everyone. But, I think
she did it mostly to me. I eventually convinced myself that I
should just stop complaining. It’s not just me. Others are
dealing with it - why can’t I?