Xd, i don’t know if it’s a people problem or me but thanks for the lecture man, I really appreciate it. :) *sighs, sings in a mixed voice*
all those constant relapses..are, too, muuuuuch. * *closes eyes and immediately regrets it for, another painful memory washes over*
*voice narration* my name Mei, my middle name came from my grandfather, who was a great man in Russia.
If I were to pick any part of my life as the most challenging, I would pick my childhood... you see, I wasn’t like everyone else at the time.
I had a facial difference.. While most accepted me like I am, or at least seemed to accept me, a majority failed to see I actually am (plus my personality) internally. They buillied me for it, I took the insults to the core. Most of the time I would find myself under the sink..
I am ten. I am at JetLag, a family camp program that happens yearly. It’s a Saturday.
I am walking with a friend to her camp site, Pangea (Pan-gee-uh), a left fork turn from the earthy road that goes to other campsites, on Turtle Island, west from Bear Island. It’s dusk as we reach her site and we go straight for the fire and hammock, but first we make a pit stop at one of the food tables near her tent. It’s nearly after dusk after we approached the fire.
A group of my friend’s other friends were there, she and them chat with me coming in a few times. “Yeah right, like that’s ever gonna happen, Buckteeth,” Sneared a boy, about fourteen, on the red hammock. I just glared at him and mouthed ‘oh you don’t want to mess with me..’ “What’s that, Freddy Kruger?” I turned to my right, another boy was coming at me. He was probably a inch or two taller than I. Things suddenly got heated right there. Insults were coming at me like a rapid gun fire, like a machine that didn’t need to reload.
Suddenly, a swing came at me. I ducked just on time, however, that move only seemed to edge them on.
I could hear my friend yelling at them to stop, but that yell just fell to death ears. Duck, swing, block, swing, duck, duck, swing, duck, block and on it went. A new voice came in making me jump a bit, “Do all you do is just duck and block? Put some variety!” It said urgency, but with some matters of kindness. Two things happened at once. “ yeah, do all you do is just block and duck? Sneeared the boy who was previously on the hammock. My anger boiled over. Punching a young adult tree, I snapped “ I don’t know, okay?” Akward silence. I inhaled and let out a deep breath and saying, “ maybe I should go.” My friend agreed. I set out to my camp site. “See ya, Freak,” said a voice behind me.