Highschool isn't really what it was meant to be. To me it was a horror movie and I was the victim. Nobody ever told the whole story so I guess it's my turn to.

I was Upset. Upset and frustrated that my parents sent me to this school. Every day was another knife in my chest. I couldn't take it. Outside I looked fine but on the inside I was crying. You see, people gas up school like it's fun, but to me it wasn't. How could the place I got bullied everyday bring me happiness?How could I get rid of the mental trauma I faced? All the hurt and pain and trauma and blood I faced couldn't be undone.  High School changes you; it turns you into something you're not. The heartbreak and pain you face, haunts you for the rest of your life. It's like having PTSD but the fear is from your childhood. I was haunted by getting bullied in the bathroom. I was haunted by getting bullied in the classroom. I was haunted by the lunchrooms. I was haunted by all the constant reminders of the sorrow I faced as a student.  A true highschool story is never acurate, you can tell it's true when you remember all the fear and problems that happened. For me I remembered getting bullied. My head would get banged into lockers, my books would get thrown, and sometimes Id even get punched. While these physical actions hurt me, nothing hurt more than the emotional pain I faced. Especially the emotional pain I felt from Tyrone. He was a mean, tall and strong man who would always put me down. One phrase I remember was like a knife to my gut, “The world is better of without you”. I used to cry at home as I sat on my bed. My friends would ask me what happened but I didn't trust them. If they were really my friends then I wouldnt be in this situaton. My dad would see my bruises and tell me to toughen up. My mom would tell me to tell her what happened but I kept all the pain bottled up. No one really understood what I was dealing with, and I coulnt tell them. If I did it would be another punch to my gut, or face from the bullies.

When people tell their highschool stories it's hard to tell what really happened but for me I kow exactly what happened. I know the names of every one of my bullies. I know the feeling of pain. I know the sight of blood. I know the sadness I felt inside. I know that those days are over and that my life now is different.

While highschool was bad, life got better. Once I learned to forgive the people who hurt me I was able to get rid of the burden in my heart. Forgiving them made me feel lighter and happier. No longer did I have to live with the feelings of anger and bitterness toward my bullies. Of course, I will never forget the pain I faced but as I look back on those trials, I would never change those expereinces. The pain and heartbreak shaped me into the man I am today.

So...you asked for a real highschool story and you got one. You may have expeced me to talk about the anger and the revenge, but that never happened. The only story here is how a kid who got bullied was able to change his life around and while he was told “The world is better of without you” , he found out that that wasn't true. The struggles  we face shape us and teach us that the world is better of with every single person and every one of us can make a difference.