My names Havannah Duncan, and today, i came here to write what i feel, and “my story”.. so here it is.
I’m a Grade eight student, and i’ve been bullied all my life, and it never stops, it’s got to the point were i didn’t even go to school, i recently just switched schools because back in my old one, i’d walk down the hall way alone, and i’d get laughed at, people say, that i don’t belong there and i should die, i advised the principle and she said to deal with it on my own, i couldn’t. it hurt so much just being at school, i’d go home everyday and cry myself to sleep. On a thursday, i went to school as usual, but third period, i was in the bathroom trying to clean myself up after gym class, and a bunch of grade nine girls walk in laughing and pushing me around threw all my stuff on ground, went through everything of mine and ripped it up, i ran, away from school never wanting to go back, i had enough of it, went home and overdosed on depression pills, my little sister found me, shes only nine, my mom rushed me to the hospital, i was there for 2 weeks, saw a doctor, and he put me on medicine that helped calm my system, and i saw a councilor 3 times a week, this was three months ago, and i’m still hurting, but im stronger than ever, this is my story, thank you for listening…