Popularity
I wasn't very popular in the earlyer grades of school. In fact I was at the bottom of the food chain so to speak. I didn't have any friends, and was teased mercilessly. I delt with it as best I could. I avoided the "cool" kids, and when they would tease me I just walked away. That didn't mean it didn't affect me. I hated being teased, anyone would, but I kept that anger bottled up inside. But then something happened to change all of that.
I remember it was grade 8, the year before high school. We had just had our first snow fall of the year. I was outside durring lunch, and I happened to stumble across some of the cool kids. As usual they started to tease me, and I just kept walking. I have no idea what was said, but something triggered a reaction in my head. I just exploded inside. I ran and tackled to the ground the guy making fun of me. When I looked to see who it was I got scarred, it was "Saint"!
Saint was the biggest toughest guy I knew. He was a lion, the pinacle of popularity. He was cool and well conected. He was also the best baseball player I ever met. I knew that he was tough, and now that I had tackled him I was scarred. Saint was known as a fighter, and I had never been in a fight in my life. I knew that he was going to kill me if I let him up. IT was dead silent for what seamed like an eterinty. Every one was just staring in shock, no one had ever taken on Saint before. Then I heard the strangest sound. Laughter. I looked down and Saint was laughing, I didn't know what to think. Even though I had him pinned down, he pushed me off with almost no effort. I just sat on the ground wondering what he was going to do. He held out his hand and helped me up. He said, "you must have balls, cus no one has ever done that before." And that was it.
From then on in, things were different. At lunch Saint invited me to sit with him and his friends. No one teased me after that day. I was invited to parties, to hang out, to do whatever the popular bunch was doing. I got to be one of the group. It was a great to be popular, it is like a drug. And I was enjoying it to the full. But there is a dark side to everything. Being in this group led me to other things. But it all started with me losing my temper one november afternoon. Who would have thought it would lead me to where I am?
I remember it was grade 8, the year before high school. We had just had our first snow fall of the year. I was outside durring lunch, and I happened to stumble across some of the cool kids. As usual they started to tease me, and I just kept walking. I have no idea what was said, but something triggered a reaction in my head. I just exploded inside. I ran and tackled to the ground the guy making fun of me. When I looked to see who it was I got scarred, it was "Saint"!
Saint was the biggest toughest guy I knew. He was a lion, the pinacle of popularity. He was cool and well conected. He was also the best baseball player I ever met. I knew that he was tough, and now that I had tackled him I was scarred. Saint was known as a fighter, and I had never been in a fight in my life. I knew that he was going to kill me if I let him up. IT was dead silent for what seamed like an eterinty. Every one was just staring in shock, no one had ever taken on Saint before. Then I heard the strangest sound. Laughter. I looked down and Saint was laughing, I didn't know what to think. Even though I had him pinned down, he pushed me off with almost no effort. I just sat on the ground wondering what he was going to do. He held out his hand and helped me up. He said, "you must have balls, cus no one has ever done that before." And that was it.
From then on in, things were different. At lunch Saint invited me to sit with him and his friends. No one teased me after that day. I was invited to parties, to hang out, to do whatever the popular bunch was doing. I got to be one of the group. It was a great to be popular, it is like a drug. And I was enjoying it to the full. But there is a dark side to everything. Being in this group led me to other things. But it all started with me losing my temper one november afternoon. Who would have thought it would lead me to where I am?
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