A Misfit

I was born in Birmingham, and weighed 7 pounds and 3 ounces, with peach fuzz as hair. I was supposed to be born on Christmas, but was 3 days late. And for all you math people, I was born on Dec. 28.
I grew up in a poor lifestyle, but had a happy childhood. I was a happy baby, and a happy todler, but very shy.
I went to school at Cleveland Elementary, and started off as everyone does, in Kindergardin. I wasn't one of the popular kids, I was the one the popular kids sent home crying. I went home in tears everyday, and cried at least four times a day, and even cried myself to sleep.
In the movies, you always see where the jocks and cheerleaders gang up and push one dork/geek around in a large circle. They shout curses, and really mean things at the person being pushed around... and it usually ends up that the picked on person cries.
I took part in those circles while growing up, except, I was the one being picked on. I got my hair pulled, my projects destroyed, mocked, and laughed at. I was not popular, and I only had one friend.
My only friend was my stuffed animal... it was a light green and pink zebra, that I named Zula. I carried her everywhere, and even talked to her... because she was the only person that would hang out with me.
People did talk to me... My cousin Haley talked to me, and we eventually became friends. I left Zula at home, and began hanging out with Haley in the fifth grade.
We rode the same school bus, and had all the same classes, so we always seemed to talk and get along. Until the end of my fifth grade year, I heard her talking about me badly, and decided not to annoy her any more than I already did.
Over fifth grade summer I went through changes, as any girl does. And began trying to change myself. I changed the way I dressed, and acted.
It was during that summer that I met Derrick. Derrick was 17, and I was 10. So, we rarely hung out without my big sister around, but we became instant friends, and he landed me a nickname = Shortie.
I went to school in the sixth grade, with different style. I now dressed like a punk. I thought then, that it was cool, because I got my first boyfriend, and now had a few more friends to hang out with. I had my left ear gaged, and two holes in it, so my gage looped through both holes, and I always wore a shade of black, or dark red.
I began going to a dancing place, called Tommy's Place, and dancing, making new friends. I never forgot my old ones. I began hanging out with Betty, Jessika, and Brandi that year. I dated a guy for 7 months, and even got a few extra boyfriends here and there.
I still wasn't popular, or very known, because I was shy, and everyone knew me as the punk girl. I viewed the popular kids as my enemies, not forgetting how they had and still tormented me for everything. My looks, and chubbiness.
Being picked on for being chubby hurts. During the sixth grade, I went anereoxic. I barely ate anything, and got down to 80 pounds. Until my cousin, Cameron, saw there was something wrong, and spponfed over the sixth grade summer, to make sure I ate enough food. My parents also began having marriage problems.
My parents seemed to scream the word "divorce" every day. And It ripped me apart. It was then I began writing. My mom moved out for 2 months, then came back again, and tried to make everything work out.
I also began hanging out with Kimberly over that summer. And she helped me got out of my punk phase. I went to being an actual person, and wearing girl clothes. I went back to school with dyed blond hair, and makeup. I could hear everyone whispering during orientation, "Who's the new student?"
I laughed inside.
When my name was called to get my schedule for my seventh grade year, and I stood, a hush went over everyone. And I heard gasps, and whispers. I walked up and took my schedule with a smile.
Thats when I came out of my shell. I was no longer shy, and no longer made fun of. Everyone that had made fun of me now wanted to be my friend, and complimented me. They always told me how pretty I was.
I am the very forgiving person, and forgive people for the worst of things. So I forgave everyone who had done me wrong. Of course, it wouldn't ever be like we were "best friends" because words can shatter your soul.
It was in the seventh grade, that I had the majority of my boyfriends. Hardly anyone from my school, most of them from other places, but I dated at least 20 guys that year. All of them older than me.
This time I was made fun of by the guys, because I was a virgin. But I would rather get made fun of for being a virgin, than to earn a reputation that lasts a life time.
I had my first heartbreak in seventh grade. A boy named Michael Blanchard, but everyone called him Ozzy. We dated for 2 months, and he cheated on me the whole time, and I was the only person who didn't know. Even my friends knew, but wouldn't tell me.
I went out of my seventh grade year, known, and liked. No longer a dork, but still not popular, and not wanting to be popular.
Over that summer, I was mallested. A boy older than me ripped off my shirt, and mallested me on my chest, and lower areas. I told my parents, and he got in trouble with the law. I never meant to get the police in on it, but mom said it was going to help me, and him in the end.
I also, nearly got raped that summer. My family went on vacation to the beach, and a guy drug me into a dark area, and covered my mouth, and started tearing of my clothes, I broke free, and ran for help, him chasing me, close at my heels.
I didn't get raped, but he did get into some trouble.
My parents were no longer having problems in their relationship when I went back to school in 8th grade. I had my hair died back my natural color, and now wore it it's natural style, curly. I dressed the same, and still wore makeup.
But since I no longer hung out with Kimberly because of her deciet and backstabbing against me, and I no longer hung out with Betty because she moved. I needed a new crowd of people. And thats exactly what I found.
Kayti, Ashley, and CJ. Kayti was introduced to me bacuse we looked exactly alike, and acted exactly alike (and it sometimes scares me). Ashley moved here from a different school, and we immediately began talking to her. CJ was always there, just too popular to notice me, and once CJ started having sex, her popularity fell, and she was reduced to hanging out with us.
We started our own gang.
Ashley, Kayti, and I thought of it, so we became the high ranking officials in this gang we called CWG (Crackers With Grammer). We initiated CJ in, as well as a few other people, and we were known. Still are. We are not a dangerous gang, we are just a bunch of people who want to goof off and have fun.
I still hang out with my clique, Ashley, CJ, and Kayti, and we still have our gang since you can never get rid of it.
I am not popular, but I refer to myself as well know. I am still a virgin, and plan to wait until marriage to keep my virtue, and less chances of pregnancy and STD's that way. I am crazy and outgoing, and horrified of saran wrap (but that was always).
I guess people go through phases over time, and life changing things, but we must get past it an move on. Thats what I had to do.
Now when I see someone getting picked on, I stand up for them, because I know how it feels. I know how it feels to be a misfit.
Lives can change, and so can we.