Killing Them with Kindness

I was a total nerd when I was in school. The worst thing was I knew it. It wasn't always like that though. School was great during my elementary years. But, I moved when I was 13. Gone were the bonds I made during my childhood and I was tossed in a school full of strangers.

I am very short. I'm 32 and only 5' 1". So picture me at 13! I was pretty much a tomboy. I still wore the short very boyish haircut my mom said that looked good on me. I wore no makeup and all the blue jeans made for teens were way to long. Since my mom didn't sew the best thing I could do was roll them up. They always didn't stay rolled up either. My glasses looked like coke bottles and my bad knee quickly earned me the nickname "Ducky". Are you laughing? I sure wasn't & amazed I can now even though I still carry the painful scars deep inside.

The teasing really started when a popular girl set her eyes on me. One day I was sitting on my bed and my phone rang. I picked up it and it was a BOY! He wanted to talk to me. He invited me the school dance. I jumped off my bed knocking things down so I could go ask my parents. I didn't even know this boy but I was happy to be asked. I told him yes and awhile later I found out that I was being set up. Some kids were playing a joke on me and another boy. He too had gotten a phone call from a girl claiming to be me. I was crushed.

After that girls gathered in the hall and would laugh at me. It seemed like the whole school knew about the joke. Things kept getting worse and my clothes were laughed at, kids would grab my long jeans as I walked by and when I talked to someone they'd move around telling me to look at them. They told me my glasses were thick they couldn't see my eyes.