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  1. Unfamiliarity

    So, 5th grade year comes around, for the first time in my life, I thought things might change. I finally started making friends, and I met an incredible girl who loved being around me, For the first time, I felt like I actually belonged somewhere. Like I finally fit in. Like I mattered. But next thing I know, our car is packed full with our stuff, Looking in the rear view mirror, I see my life fading from me, Then we turned the corner, I was lost... 3 long days later, we arrive at our new house, Empty and foreign as it stood, packed with strangers all around. We left my town of less than 1,000 people, And arrived at one with over 800,000. Surely luck would be in my favor, Someone here would have to like me... I had no idea how wrong I was. I started at my new school the following week. Fruit Cove Middle School, "The Flyers", I had never in my life encountered 'preps', But this school was packed full of them, It was all about cliques, And not one of them had a spot for me. I was a nobody, just an outsider looking in. Most people were thin and athletic, and they just thought they were everything, In that school, they were. There was no place for someone like me, A short, weak, fat, no name kid. The bullying immediately started back up, I was some yankee, coming into southern territory, with all these 'rednecks' (They aren't really rednecks, they just like to think they are by wearing camo) But I was different, and it's not okay to be different in this area. The mental bullying I was used to, and it continued 10-fold. But I finally got over the physical abuse before I moved, And it started back up again, I was powerless. I couldn't stand up. I was knocked out 6 times my 5th grade year. I would be walking down the hall, next thing I know I wake up in the nurse, 11 black eyes, and 2 cracked ribs. Hatred wasn't even a term I could use to describe this god forsaken place, I detested it. I figured nothing in the world would be worse than my 5th grade year. I mean how could it, I was lonely and broken. I was nothing. Just a toy for the 'populars' to beat the shit out of. But, even through all of this, I somehow managed to keep my head above it and just keep moving. Until I got to 8th grade, at that point. The spiral began.
  2. Untitled Writes - 5

    I continued to stare at her, half phased out. “Really?” She continued. “I didn’t even have any time to do my hair, and you’re staring at me. Well, I suppose you probably haven’t seen a girl in quite a while” I continued staring at her. “Ok, I’m guessing you didn’t talk to many girls before this whole thing, did you?” She rhetorically questioned. I snapped my eyes out of the trance, and replied. “Sorry, it’s been a long day” “I bet it has, you look a mess” “Thanks” I sarcastically answered.
  3. Untitled Writes - 4

    I had seen stories on the news about how scientists had discovered a parasite which can take host of a dead insect’s body, to guide it to a fresh victim. That’s mostly accurate, but instead of parasites, it is bacteria. From what I’ve gathered, the bacteria are transmitted through just about any open part of the body. That’s why I was lucky. I didn’t have a girlfriend or any partner, whom I could share my spit with. My good looking friends died almost straight away, and the more nerdy ones like me quickly disappeared. I was surprised that they died. We all used to watch zombie movies together, and play zombie games. We used to formulate plans for a zombie apocalypse in case one ever did happen. Unfortunately for them, they went outside and hung out with each other outside of school, instead of playing video games all day long, like me.
  4. Introduction

    So sometimes I get the urge, just to write stuff that comes to mind, and I haven't really had anywhere to put these things, but my head (Brains aren't efficient hard drives), so I decided to start up this blog where I just post random stuff. I'm not an author, and I don't claim to be good at writing, but if I do suck, then at least you have something to laugh at..