Lexi Alexandra Elizabeth Bates. Lexi 1

Narrative

ENGLISH 101 N

August 28th 2019

I have had a lot gone wrong through my life. I've had to deal with so many traumatizing experiences. But I have gotten through them all with yet another scar weather it is emotional or physical. I have learned throughout them all to just keep your head held high and brace yourself for the next blow. But for the most part I haven't done it alone I've had friends, my family, some teachers, and sometimes even total strangers help me througb.

All my life I have been bullied for being too hyper or too weird. Ever since kindergarten this has been the case for me, back then it was a kid named Wyatt who yelled, threw things, and cursed at my brother and I he was later kicked from the school for that behavior. I was even bullied by my family out in Utah, there were many people who did like one of my hundreds of cousins, my Uncle Zack, all of my step family, and even my own mother, they all put me down yelling and teasing me. Even still I get bullied, recently my life was threatened by a freshman at his school who hated me for telling the teachers about her cutting herself so she would get help because she needed it, but she didn't take it that way and made my life a living hell. But each time I got out and away from those people so that I wasn't hurt too bad but nonetheless I still got hurt.

In sixth grade I was having a mental break down at home with my father which is when he finally told me the truth about my mother who wasn't as great as I had once thought. My father finally told me why I lived with him most of the time and why they were divorced. When my brother was three years old and I had just about turned one my mother told my father she was taking us to go to one of my many aunts wedding out in Utah and a week later when we still hadn't gotten back dad knew that she wasn't coming back. It took him two years,many calls to the police and her family, and much persistence when we finally came back home with rotted teeth, I was not able to walk my feet were so messed up, and we were both malnurished. My father had been ordered by the court to not tell us so when he did my brother and I were brought in to talk to the judge and back then I was shy believe it or not so hid behind my brother as he talked for us against our mother as he remembered what happened back then. My brother was able to convince the judge to lower the time we had to be with our mother which led to now when we don't have to see her or talk to her at all anymore.

Middle School was one of the worst times of my life. I know it sounds so dramatic and typical but it truly was. I was bullied more than I had ever been in my life with all the boys in the grade at me twenty-four seven. The teachers and other staff were horrible to us mentally disabled students, they would yell at us, traumatize us, humiliate us, bully us, and in some cases scar us forever. I remember one time when I was in the office waiting for my grandmother to pick me up because I had an appointment. I saw Mrs. Butcher storming out of the building just as my grandma was coming in, she shoved Grandma out of the way and screamed "Get out of my way!" At that point I shot up about to go after her when the secretary yelled at me to stay put as I yelled back that she hurt my grandma and that I had to go help Grandma and go after Mrs. Butcher.

I have been through a lot. I have seen a lot. I have been hurt, scarred, terrified, and enraged. I have had a pretty rough life and have still survived. All I can say now is that pain is temporary, pride is forever.