Bullied By A F****** Girl: How Popularity Gets the Best of Us

Moral: Be Kind

When I was a boy, one of the first things I was told was to be nice. My parents said the world would be tough, yet I never knew exactly what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that my life would throw these curveballs at me.

I was even told that people would die. My father told my sister and me about that. My reaction was different. It was as if I already knew it was going to happen. My sister just sat there and cried the entire time, but all I could do was sit there and say "okay." As a child, I didn't fear death. Apparently, I feared life.

My childhood was all about being introduced to the world. I mean, that's everyone's childhood, yet I feel as though I understood how everything was going to happen. Not like a psychic, more like a gut feeling I had.

Because of this, I was able to have a more mature mindset at such a young age. I knew I was different from the other kids, though I continuously conformed into the standards of being a child and just had fun. The only time I showed my mature side was when they would play those videos about puberty or whatever. I was the only child who sat there with a serious stare as we were told about our bodies and sex and whatever.

That was the childhood I lived in. It's the life I currently live in. I remember faking just to fit in, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted maturity. People who could understand me, yet there was still a lot for me to learn because I was just a child. I knew maturity but understood little about the world. I kept myself a child until I knew more.

Now, maturity comes with being kind no matter who someone is. You have to have a professional relationship with a majority of the people around you in order to get by. We don't start drama or make a scene, we just coexist. A lot of us aren't capable of this. Though, here's the thing. Upon reaching the 5th grade, I realized I didn't have to be nice to everyone. I'm kind by default, but when I encounter anything that causes rage or anger, that's when I'll start to be mean. And that's what I did in the 5th grade to the guy that replaced my previous teacher because she found a better job and left us with this really sucky guy, but that's not what I'm here to talk about. We're here to talk about kindness. Or rather, the moral I live by.

At this point, you're probably wondering what the hell does this have to do with the whole story. Well, there's a reason why I act the way I do. Does it make me a genius? No, but I was definitely smart. And yes, it's biased. This entire book is probably going to be biased. Any memoir might just make the main character look like the good guy or the bad guy, so take what I say however you want. Say it's bullshit, say it's dumb, say this story is a waste of your time, but you'll never get to the part where I become an unstoppable force of nature.

In the next episode (chapter), the boy meets the girl. 

So, this is the end. You can either go home or keep reading. It's none of my business. Just make sure to keep an open mind and use your words wisely. People who read this stuff, the ones who valued their reputation in high school, may find this a bit degrading. They did lack maturity after all. And they probably still do.