I was an eighth grade student at Werner Middle School. I was a 14 year-old boy without friends, and the love of my parents, a completely distinguished loner. My parents would never be there for me when I needed them. They were both alcoholics and drug abusers. They never paid attention to me or the things I do, I never felt the love, I felt like I was lost in a middle of nowhere. My parents would never be home, they either would be in the streets or lock-up. The loneliness was the worst part for me, I just felt really alone in a big world. This led to the point, I couldn’t connect with other people surrounding me which made me very anti-social and reclusive.
I would always be terrified to attend school, especially because my way to school was through the toughest streets of the city. Inside these hardcore, streets daily violence and murders would happen. The tall, broken down houses would be so damage nobody would dare to live in them. They had huge deep bullet holes in unimaginable sizes. Sizes as big as soccer balls, it seemed they had high potential to penetrate, impenetrable cement homes. The streets had their own monsters that controlled every corner. They were very destructive and caused fear among the community. Exceptionally, knowing that the monsters, were people that were very dangerous and capable of doing horrible, harmful acts like shootings. They were huge, and had tattoos all over their body, the tattoos looked they were from prisons just for the reason they were bad done.
My situation would get critical, It was Tuesday, the second day of August, I remembered that day like it was yesterday it will never erase from my memory. On that day I woke up really late it was about 10:00am I screamed out loud in a half-asleep tone, ”Damn it! I’m late” as I rushed to the closet to get dressed up. I was looking very horrific, I even forgot to brush my teeth, and my breath was stinky. I thought it smelled like raw eggs, and onions combined. On my way, to school as I walked gravely through my neighborhood in hurry because I was being late, I thought to myself in a worried voice, “Robert, Robert you’re in such in trouble,” trying to catch my breath without taking a rest. Afterwards, I felt really exhausted, I couldn’t feel my legs almost like they were paralyzed, I absolutely couldn’t move them.
As I arrived to my school, that was very ancient, white colored with some bad graffiti all over the walls a sixth grader came up to me I was standing next to the guys restrooms, his name was Charley, he was a boy with mental disabilities that could really pronounce all the words he was saying. Nobody liked him because he was unique, he would go to lunch 5 minutes earlier than everyone and leave 5 minutes earlier. “Hey, friend. What are you doing?” Charley asked joyfully, as he extended his arm to greet me. At the moment, Charley was like a grain of sand in the water, nobody notice him. He was very special because he had mental disabilities.
“I’m okay. I guess” I was very surprised. At that moment I didn’t know how to start a conversation, he was the first guy to come up to me and say something positive. So, I left the scene, when I glanced back to look at him, Charley was still standing next to the bathrooms with his arm extended but looking sad. I couldn’t believe I left him hanging, but I I didn’t really paid attention because I had so many things stuffed in my head.

In my World History class, the day got back to normal; it was the same as usual. First, I would sit down in my desk that was located in a corner of the classroom, then listen to directions and space out. After some minute into class, my nightmare would start. I had bad luck, because I would have to sit next to the popular kids: John, Jake, Ashley, Melissa, Peter, Bryan. They would start calling me nasty names like, Idiot, Dumba**, Stupid-s*** and MothaF#*^%r!. Especially, Jake, he has always been that popular kid in school because he was very athletic. He’s the only person that has been teasing me since elementary. Jake would always be the “Guy”, everything he would say was hilarious pretty much he was the most liked person among the entire school even the teachers would like him. He would scream, “F*^k you! Nobody likes you.” He’s tone was very meaningful and furious. The whole class would laugh and make me feel so less. I didn’t find the humor in that comment, I was actually hurt deep inside, I was broken.

“Why would you do that? “I sobbed as I stood up from my desk and looked at everybody that was laughing out loud. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed; As I ran to the teacher desk, I interrupted the class, “Let me go to the bathroom.” I demanded, to Ms. Jones. While I stood in the middle of the class in front of her desk very mad and inpatient for her answer.

“Sit down! Now!” She yelled, as she gave me a fierce look like an angry lion and my answer to my demands. I wasn’t scare at that point I was ready to defend myself. Later on, that same day after I was relaxed and calm, I went to Ms. Jones classroom to explain what really happened.
I explained, “Ms. Jones, today’s reaction was very unnecessary and I apologize for that is just I couldn’t take it anymore, my classmates have been bullying me since day one and I haven’t done anything wrong them beside giving them a smile”
“Thank you for that Robert, and I will do something to make your life easier” she replied, While preparing her stuff to leave the classroom.
The very next day, Ms. Jones proposed a solution for my problem, “Robert, I found the solution, how about you change class to one with nice people and I’ll give to your classmates a lesson about how serious, bullying can affect people”.
I very joyfully accepted that idea, “Yes, yes I want to change classes and want you to explain to them how we suffer”.
“You’ll have a new class tomorrow” she replied, with a very excited tone.
Since, Ms. Jones idea was running smooth, it changed my life entirely. My life has been great; I haven’t deal with people teasing me which helped me to become more social. My parents have been home and clean of alcohol and drugs, they have given me all their love. Also, my community has improved there is less violence and murders rates have gone down all thanks to that person, who decide to bring peace and change. “Ohhh.. and also I made I good friend, his always been my friend but I was too dumb to notice and realize his name is “Charley Jacobs”.