when i lived in quaker street kids were cruel. i didn't come from money i was pudgey b/c i was miserable. i tried to to fit in being nice, being quiet and invisible, joining soccer. nothing seemed to work. when i thought people were my friends i was wrong. i always seemed to get hurt. so i went inside and played video games and listened to madonna and michael jackson. i also read everything on madonna. she really helped me through a hard time in my life through her music and michael jackson's.
i remember one halloween i thought i was finally going out and having fun. of course the boys i was hanging with had eggs and whipped cream and we were being bad! and inside i knew it and just didn't want to be alone. but then towards the end what do they do to me. spray paint my jeans my dad bought me. they weren't cheap and my family was on a budget. i didn't say anything to my family b/c i wasn't a rat. but this is the abuse i put up with from my peers.