I doubt anyone will acually read this. And no, I am not just looking for attention.
This drawing represents my flame, my will to get up in the morning and do what I need to do. My flame isn't doing so well, and you are probably thinking, why? I'll tell you why.
I am different than most kids in my grade.
No, i'm not disabled, I don't have a learning disability, I am acually the opposite. I am more intelligent than most kids my age, and I am enrolled in the FLAME program, a federal program for kids who get bored in the classroom because they learn faster than most kids. I am the only one in my whole class, all of the students in my grade, who goes to FLAME.
To say that in a nutshell, I think differently. You might call it complex thinking.
Now that we have that out of the way, let me get to the meat of the story.
I get good grades, and I am nice to most everyone. It makes me an easy target to be teased and harrassed. I had to change my cellphone number because someone from my school was calling my phone and threatening me. Awhile back, I made a bad mistake, it was partly my fault, but it was because everyone around me as well. I am an outsider, people find it easy to stab me in the back. There are a few people that get me, my real friends. Since I cannot name them, I will give them side names. Rachel isn't in my class this year, but I met her last year, and she gets it. Cleo is in my class, but she is very shy and is friends with people who make fun of me. Rachel loves me dearly, and she is like a sister to me. I wish that she could help me deal with this, but she can't.
I'm on the edge. My flame is dying because nobody can or even if they can, nobody will help me. I'm dangling off the edge, and I have no grappling hook.
I only wish that somebody could be next to me and help me up.
This drawing represents my flame, my will to get up in the morning and do what I need to do. My flame isn't doing so well, and you are probably thinking, why? I'll tell you why.
I am different than most kids in my grade.
No, i'm not disabled, I don't have a learning disability, I am acually the opposite. I am more intelligent than most kids my age, and I am enrolled in the FLAME program, a federal program for kids who get bored in the classroom because they learn faster than most kids. I am the only one in my whole class, all of the students in my grade, who goes to FLAME.
To say that in a nutshell, I think differently. You might call it complex thinking.
Now that we have that out of the way, let me get to the meat of the story.
I get good grades, and I am nice to most everyone. It makes me an easy target to be teased and harrassed. I had to change my cellphone number because someone from my school was calling my phone and threatening me. Awhile back, I made a bad mistake, it was partly my fault, but it was because everyone around me as well. I am an outsider, people find it easy to stab me in the back. There are a few people that get me, my real friends. Since I cannot name them, I will give them side names. Rachel isn't in my class this year, but I met her last year, and she gets it. Cleo is in my class, but she is very shy and is friends with people who make fun of me. Rachel loves me dearly, and she is like a sister to me. I wish that she could help me deal with this, but she can't.
I'm on the edge. My flame is dying because nobody can or even if they can, nobody will help me. I'm dangling off the edge, and I have no grappling hook.
I only wish that somebody could be next to me and help me up.




