"Is that your real hair?" one person asks, "is that a wig?" followed by another person, "why do you wear it?" followed by another person. Questions that haunt me every single day. Why are they so interested in me? I ask myself. Why cant they use their words for good? What did I ever do to them to make them make me feel so.... bad? But this isnt a fairytale where a world is filled with nice & sweet people. No no , no no. This is reality and some people in this world isnt so sweet and nice. This is the real world and nothing gets more real than high school. For some people high school is one of the best experiences of their life. But for some people high school is their worst nightmare. Back in New York where I used to live I had so many friends and I loved going to school because my friends accepted me for who I was they knew about my hair & why I wore a wig and didnt care.I walked into the school feeling happy, safe, and comfordable. But then my parents decided to move to a place called Upstate New York. And everything changed. I had to attend summer school because I failed the state math test & I had no word if I had passed to the ninth grade or if I failed and had to repeat the 8th grade. Then, my mom told me the good news. I passed to the 9th grade. I was filled of joy but also I was scared because I was going to a new school where I didnt know anyone and I had to wear a wig, but I thought noone would notice. I thought wrong. The first day went horrible. They made fun of me, asked me questions, stared at me, laughed at me, teased me, I wanted to cry. It felt like the day would never end. Then the days and days got even worser. I had two encounters where I was walking in the halls and someone pulled my hair, and laughed like it was some comedy show or something. I was scared because I thought they was trying to pull my wig off, I was nervous throughout the day, my nerves were getting worser and worser. I would think someone was talking about me but then I looked back and nothing. Noone was looking or staring at me. However, some days they did. Then the days cooled down. I was still getting bullied but I made a few friends and the people in my classes werent teasing me as much. I am relived. But the halls is the worst. I look over my shoulder ever 20 seconds. Will I ever have a worried free life? Will this horrible war ever end? Sometimes im scared, sometimes im happy, sometimes I wanna burst out in tears. But one day my war will end. And I will surivive.
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