No Plagiarism!Xdzhq3ohvs6rGiH4Yhypposted on PＥNAＮＡ Stop what you're doing and listen, my goal is to not leave this earth without putting my influence in it first. Look back to when you were in elementary ever remember a time when the kids wouldn't let you on the swings or was it you who wouldn't let them on the swings. If you're the one who wasn't let on the swing you thought something was wrong with you. Was it how you looked? How you talked? You're age? Did you have any disability? We're you social awkward? Chances are one of those is what those other kids saw, that, that was he reason you weren't let on. Now if you're the one who didn't let them on think a moment. Was it because you were older? Bigger? Wanted attention? Or was it simply because you...yourself had nothing else to do but cause troubles for others the way the others kids caused you. The words they call you may have not even been the smartest names out there. You got the nickname if fish face, bird legs, lizard breath, braceface, and those were just examples real enough that they would have got to you day at after day. You didn't want to be the taddle tail did you? So you let it remain and put up with the names day after day. The people who were once you're best friends know your weaknesses. The once who turn against you for not buying him a slushie, not paying enough attention, was that the case? You're best guy friend turned on you and his army of jocks called you sluts, whores, and bitches. I wasn't the only, I know I wasn't the only one. Tearing up in the hallway with an old friend you haven't seen in a while who knows you're story well enough to understand even he slightest bit. Walking down the hallway reminding yourself not to tear up on your new best friend he who is always there but nothing he can say or do to tell his friend to stop would help not even the bullies even better friend would be to do anything and he knows by your eyes that you want it to go away and he is sorry for what happened to you. Or there are the bullies even better friends who join in name calling you and your best friend a slut. Holding back all emotions until you get home is one of the hardest daily task a 12 year old girl would want to do. Don't say or even tell me he is mean because he likes you, and don't ever tell me sticks hurt our bones more than they names we get called and we hear those names everyday. The only it's going to end is if he looses his friends and they come to their sense to stand up but until that day which is not today I should remain with a army 3 again 7 his own friends fighting against him the ones that care the ones that actually respect. Don't tell me not cry because his words made harm myself and until that day where the ones who were desperately wanting to ride that swing will ride it with victory when the day comes.