When I was seven, I moved from Chicago to Florida. I lived in three different cities; Orlando, Jacksonville and Key West. I lived in Key West for about 6 months. It was really beautiful there, but the 6 months I spent in Key West were loneliest of my life.
I entered the 3rd grade at St. Adams Elementary, in the middle of the year. I remember walking into class the first day and really hating the looks that my new classmates were giving me. The first few weeks weren't so bad. I didn't have any friends but it could have been worse.
One day, about a month into school, I had dropped my pencil on the floor on accident. I was about to pick it up when I saw a boy walking towards it. I thought he was going to pick it up, but he purposely stepped on it, then looked me in the eyes and told me I should have never come to 'his' school. What nine year old says things like that? He was obviously psychotic. From that day on he continued to bully me and made sure I had no friends.
After he started bullying me, some other girl started spreading a rumor that I was really poor. She actually created a long back story as to how I ended up in such poverty. Looking back on it, I'm actually quite impressed as to how much detail she put in the story and I'm flattered that she would spend so long thinking about me.
Needless to say, I was pretty depressed when I lived there. I felt like I would be put down my entire life, which is pretty ridiculous for a 3rd grader to say. After I told my mother how unhappy I was we moved back to Chicago, and so ended the lowest point in my life.
