Riley's life, four years later.
Okay, so middle school was pretty bad for me. I was the weakest and smallest of my grade. I only talked about videogames and wore videogame clothing that my mom bought me. She also bought me the dorkiest clothes you could ever buy for a thirteen year old. If you were to see me in the hallway, you would think I am heavily autistic. I kept my hair short except for a few months where I tried to grow it out but I didn't know how to wash my hair properly at the time so my hair looked really greasy and unkempt and filled to the brim with dandruff.
Every attempt to express myself was met with harsh criticism from my peers. To my pants to my crooked teeth that caused me to lisp, they had to tell me what was wrong with me. They would exclaim in amusement and wonder about how skinny I was by comparing my wrist to theirs. Imagine that kid from the Bully film documentary, I had it about as bad as him. The only difference was that he got a