Achilles💠
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Hello i've recently turned 15 and I'm in my junior year you all probably don't care but it's whatever
During my formative years, I experienced a rather unique role "quiet kid." This role, marked by introspection, became a place of constant inner struggle centered around my self-esteem. It all began in school, where I faced pivotal transitions and significant changes.
changing schools brought forth a different narrative. On the very first day, something curious unfolded – I became the subject of hushed conversations and whispered speculations. This was intriguing because, despite my reserved nature, there seemed to be an unexplainable charm that caught the attention of the girls within the school. One of my good friends well not anymore but his name was Michael he introduced me to everything on the first day and showed me around he was somewhat popular probably the most talked about person in the school well he at some point started to form hate for me a deep hatred because rumors were spreading of his girlfriend liking me this lead to him wanting to fight I had won the fight and later on my freshman year I was jumped by one of his cousins who was associated in a gang commonly known as the latin kings I will explain this later on in the story.
Middle school added a layer of complexity to my journey. I found myself caught in conflicts, not driven by personal animosity, but rather wrapped in an unspoken envy. It was as if my presence triggered a subconscious desire among others to dislike me or form an altercation with me perhaps to uncover the mysteries behind my quiet demeanor or to discover any vulnerabilities concealed beneath it.
Amid these turbulent encounters, I faced a significant choice – whether to accept the label of a sissy boy if I didn't defend myself or stand my ground This choice wasn't about escaping a predetermined role but was born from a deep desire to transcend the confines of a preconceived image. In the end, I found myself characterized as "mean or aggressive" by circumstance rather than by choice, simply because I stood up for myself. Moving on to the start of my freshman year of high school there was a guy named Josh whom I heard was bullying people and no one would do anything about It so I decided to take matters into my own hands although it was a dumb decision because he had planned on jumping me with 7 other people I just didn't understand the point of him jumping me he was 6'2-6'3 and I was around 5'8 at the time (I'm 6'1 now) I was a small kid I wasn't supposed to be in that grade though so it makes sense as to why I was so small but moving on I knew he was going to jump me so I brought two friends and a bb gun as well my plans did not go as well as I thought they would my friends ended up running and I had to fend for myself I did pretty well on standing my ground but I had lost the fight and a girl I had once loved happened to be there and watched as it happened i would tell more to my story I feel like a lot is missing but i don't want to bore you all sorry for my grammar and english. But my point of writing all this was good looks can do good or bad for you if you're curious as to what I look like my discord is "user9976" have a good day
During my formative years, I experienced a rather unique role "quiet kid." This role, marked by introspection, became a place of constant inner struggle centered around my self-esteem. It all began in school, where I faced pivotal transitions and significant changes.
changing schools brought forth a different narrative. On the very first day, something curious unfolded – I became the subject of hushed conversations and whispered speculations. This was intriguing because, despite my reserved nature, there seemed to be an unexplainable charm that caught the attention of the girls within the school. One of my good friends well not anymore but his name was Michael he introduced me to everything on the first day and showed me around he was somewhat popular probably the most talked about person in the school well he at some point started to form hate for me a deep hatred because rumors were spreading of his girlfriend liking me this lead to him wanting to fight I had won the fight and later on my freshman year I was jumped by one of his cousins who was associated in a gang commonly known as the latin kings I will explain this later on in the story.
Middle school added a layer of complexity to my journey. I found myself caught in conflicts, not driven by personal animosity, but rather wrapped in an unspoken envy. It was as if my presence triggered a subconscious desire among others to dislike me or form an altercation with me perhaps to uncover the mysteries behind my quiet demeanor or to discover any vulnerabilities concealed beneath it.
Amid these turbulent encounters, I faced a significant choice – whether to accept the label of a sissy boy if I didn't defend myself or stand my ground This choice wasn't about escaping a predetermined role but was born from a deep desire to transcend the confines of a preconceived image. In the end, I found myself characterized as "mean or aggressive" by circumstance rather than by choice, simply because I stood up for myself. Moving on to the start of my freshman year of high school there was a guy named Josh whom I heard was bullying people and no one would do anything about It so I decided to take matters into my own hands although it was a dumb decision because he had planned on jumping me with 7 other people I just didn't understand the point of him jumping me he was 6'2-6'3 and I was around 5'8 at the time (I'm 6'1 now) I was a small kid I wasn't supposed to be in that grade though so it makes sense as to why I was so small but moving on I knew he was going to jump me so I brought two friends and a bb gun as well my plans did not go as well as I thought they would my friends ended up running and I had to fend for myself I did pretty well on standing my ground but I had lost the fight and a girl I had once loved happened to be there and watched as it happened i would tell more to my story I feel like a lot is missing but i don't want to bore you all sorry for my grammar and english. But my point of writing all this was good looks can do good or bad for you if you're curious as to what I look like my discord is "user9976" have a good day
