Alright Yea Forums grab a blanket and make yourself cozy, it's fucking story time.
>be me 18 year old
>been around the world more times then I can count
>but only one place matters, and that is Dubai, UAE
>I arrive there 10 years old, it was a huge change as I was raised as a proud american.
>hence begins my journey as an expat
>go to a prestigous school called ASD.
>best private school in all the middle east.
>parents spend thousands of dollars just on tuition alone.
>before I moved to Dubai I lived in a really shitty neighborhood and went to a really shitty public school.
>reasonably excited to experience what a prestigious private school would be like, especially in another country.
>pass my entrance exam, and begin my 4th grade year.
>we had standard classes, but the school hour ended 3:45 because we had an extra class to take, arabic.
>arabic class was a joke, learned arabic at a fast pace and was decent at the basics, but like everything else in my life I fucked around too much.
>a couple weeks go by.
>I was still stunned on the facilities provided for us for reccess. My old school just had a large concrete "field" with a painting of a "kick ball field".
>We had a garden, a park, a huge field with soccer posts, baseball fields, and a track around the huge field with real grass maintained in the desert.
>Fuck that must cost a lot of money.
>We were able to go anywhere within the school during reccess except for the highschool building.
>I met a couple of cool people that I don't even remember their names.
>We play in the park and fuck around.
>I get to the highest point of the park and look around to take it all in.
>see a blonde haired girl and a brunette talking
>They are wearing distinctive hats, a bright orange hat for the blonde, and a bright lime hat for the brunette.
>Both hats had fake reflective jewels/gems on them.
>I see the orange hat girl (which we will call Eleni, I dont remember her name either)
>She reveals her face as she is laughing.
Alright Yea Forums grab a blanket and make yourself cozy, it's fucking story time
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>I stand there in awe at this qt 3.14
Her face is nothing but a blur now, but I will take it that 10 year old me had good taste.
>For the rest of the school year I become obssesed with her.
>I was a stalker basically.
>Word got around eventually that I liked Eleni, so green hat girl (her best friend) and a guy named Roy made it their life goal to stop me from making advances.
>I got put on her team for a soccer match and was super excited
>Being a shameless 10 year old I begin talking to her and we hit it off as well as any two 10 year olds would.
>My father was a god in the soccer community when he was a kid in my home town.
>He was a goalie, and he taught me very well.
>I was so happy I could show off my skills for Eleni (typical male ego bs)
>Match starts, and I know for a fact that Eleni turned around as my defender, and smiled at me.
>I am against Roy and green hat girl.
>Roy is a striker, and equally as skilled in soccer.
>Throughout the match, he attempts to kick the ball as hard as he can at me.
>Everytime I block that bitch, its a basic scare tactic strikers use on unexperienced goalies to scare them from going for the ball. But i was no pussy, and I have been hazed a lot in my old public school.
>Eventually, Roy realizes he isn't gonna get the ball if he continues what he is doing.
>So, the real match starts now.
>Roy is outmanuvering everyone, trying to get as close as possible to me and score.
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>After 15 straight minutes of my team failing to even get the ball, and me blocking Roy's shots into the goal we go into a "half-break".
>We hydrate for about 5 minutes and I begin chatting up Eleni.
>Roy and greenhat girl see me see them see me "flirting" with Eleni.
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>Right before the match starts up again, greenhat girl asks the teacher/coach if we can switch sides since their goalie had the sun in his face the whole time and it was unfair.
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>Coach agrees, switches sides and match begins again.
>The sun was right in my eyes, and I could barely see.
>But I couldn't let those little shits score, so I enter tryhard mode.
>Roy is approaching with the ball, Eleni tries to stop him but fails miserably.
>Out of nowhere greenhat girl fucking blindsides me and pushes me to the ground
>Roy kicks the ball as hard as he could from 10 feet away
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>The ball slams right into my face, and goes flying to the side of the goal post.
>I fall to the ground and tears build up in my eyes
"Dont cry like a little bitch user" I say to myself
>Roy is laughing and green hat girl kneels over me, saying something I couldn't even hear because of the pain.
>Blood begins to flow from my nose.
>Eleni and a couple of other classmates run over to me and bend down, asking if im okay.
>Eleni gets extra close
"Holy crap user, that sound the ball made when it hit you was so loud. Are you okay?"
>Tears roll down my cheek, despite my best efforts trying to hold it back.
>I can't respond, only think.
>So much hate and anger goes through my head within a matter of miliseconds
>The coach finally gets over to me with a first aid kit and pulls my hands off my nose.
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>I push the coach's hands away from me and stand up, blood pouring out of my nose now.
>I wipe the tears away and see Roy and greenhat girl sniggling behind the crowd.
>My family is not the tallest, but we are built like german tanks. Big bones, broad shoulders, wide chest.
>I push through the crowd and at this point drowned out everyones voice.
>Blood rushes through my face and my ears
>Walk up to Roy with a expresionless face and sock him in the nose as hard as I can.
>I follow through the punch with my whole body.
>Another thing you learn in a american public school is how to fight like a chechnyan.
>As I punch him I feel something crack in his nose, like a bamboo stick.
>Then turn around and spit blood all over the greenhat chick
>The coach grabs me and pulls me away yelling at me.
>The blood still flooding my ears I can't hear anything, blood still flowing from my nose.
>I pick up a gauze from the first aid kit the coach dropped, put it on my nose and walk off the field to the nurses office.
>Suspended, of course.
>My nose wasnt broke, but I sure as shit broke his.
>Become bitter, angry, and hateful my whole suspension.
>Parents are mad, not at me, or because I punched him, but at themselves. They blamed themselves for not teaching me that things are different in private schools, especially in the middle east.
>Roy's parents threaten to sue my family unless they get an apology. His family was wealthy, fily rich. So no need to pay for medical bills.
>Last day of suspension, parents talk to me and try to make me understand the stakes of the situation.
>I was raised as a free kid, and my parents always relied on me being able to be a logical human being, yes they beat my ass a lot. But that was last resort.
>I understood, and we went into school next day. I apologized as sincere as possible to him, and his parents. I gave them a sorry card and that was that. The suspension was lifted.
>The whole week Roy was out of school and all the kids stayed away from me, including my friends. I later found out that the teachers told the students to stay away from me, to "give me time to cool off."
>All I wanted that week was to talk to Eleni. I thought she hated me.
>Roy comes back to school, and we lock eyes during our morning assembly. My nose bruised, his broke and bruised.
>Reccess comes around and I see everyone crowding around the tables across from the park.
>I walk up to see whats going on, and Roy is showing my sorry card to my peers. Everyone laughs at me.
>Again, I was raised in a public school, which meant I was raised not to be no snitch.
>I see Eleni laughing along with the crowd, and my throat starts getting tight.
>I get the feeling to start crying.
>I walk away and sit in the garden, which was almost always empty.
>I cry to myself silently.
The problem which I didn't realize at the time, was that me not being a snitch was a problem, in public school since there was no snitches, this always meant you could always retaliate against people being pussy ass bitches. So people usually never pulled stunts like that. Snitching was a regular occurance at that school, even though it was "discouraged" majority of the kids were raised to lie and manipulate by there billionare parents. They never learned the street rules like I did.
>Months go by, all my friends are now distant, Eleni is back to being a stranger again, occasionally giving me what I precived as dirty looks alongside greenhat girl.
>Being bullied by Roy and greenhat girl on the daily, alongside a couple of other people.
>The only consolation I had was vidya.
>I lived as a whole new person, I had friends galore online, and we played minecraft, gmod, css, hl2 deathmatch, and all that good shit.
>I was happy playing vidya, and it was a struggle going to school everyday.
>I begin telling mommy how "sick" I was a couple times a month to get away from school.
>Start getting constant nightmares like I use to when I was a kid.
>Sleep was horrible, school was horrible, so when I got home from school I went straight to vidya and stayed as long as I could.
>Around that time I also discovered how to jerk off properly, and regularly went to the bathroom to jerk off. The teacher wrote it off as "my daily shit". I told her I had IBS or some shit.
>Summer finally comes, and I went from being an extrovert, charismatic kid to a introverted shut in. Apart from golfing classes I never left the house.
>We go to Greece for vacation and all I do is go to internet gaming cafes and hang out with a bunch of greek kids, play league of legends, and eat tiropita.
>It became a drag when my father took me out of the internet cafe to go see the beauties of Greece, and I regret heavily not wanting to go.
>Vacation ends and I return back to school, at the same time CS:GO was finally coming out of Beta.
>I was lucky enough to know a guy online named Kyle and his friend Dan. He was a lot older than me, but looked out for me like I was his little brother. He got me a CS:GO Closed beta key before I went on vacation.
>CS:GO was my vidya addication between the time before and after my trip to greece.
>The retched day finally comes, summer is officially over.
>I return to school and get welcomed into 5th grade.
>The same cycle continues; go to school, get bullied, go home, play vidya all night, wake up with 3 hours of sleep if im lucky, and repeat.
>I would always see Eleni in her bright orange hat on the field, alongside green hat girl. I usually just stared towards her direction, thinking how stupid I am, and what I can do to make her not hate me.
>Half-way through the school year it was tradition to show the elementry kids the middle school building and how much bigger and better it was. For motivation i guess.
>Not a week later my dad begins coughing up blood.
>We go to to the hospital and he tells the doctors what happened.
>They run tests and all types of imaging; X-rays, CT Scans, MRIs
>The doctors think its lung cancer, but not sure. They reccomend doing a biopsy and cutting a small chunk of his lung off to test it.
>At this point my whole family is scared.
>Time feels like its going by extra slow during this whole time, and school was even worse because of it.
>The doctors finally come back with the results and say it isn't lung cancer, but they still don't know what it is.
>My dad was furious, he waited till the cut they made on his back heals up and books us all a flight for the US. In the middle of the school year and everything.
>We get back to my hometown, which has arguably some of the best hospitals in the US.
>I was so happy to finally be out of that shitty school, and back in a country were you could actually breath air without breathing in sand.
>I get re-enrolled into my old public school for the rest of 5th grade.
>I meet up with all my old friends and meet some new people and actually had fun being in school.
>At this point though, vidya had dug its claws into me deep. I was addicted.
>My grandmother lived with us to take care of me and my siblings when my mother was with my father in the hospital, and to help bring us to the hospital.
>Within a week of being admitted they find out its TB (tuberculosis), and begin treatment.
>We had to stay in the United States for the rest of the school year since they had to monitor his recovery and so on.
>During this time, my grandmother who I love to death was giving me whatever food I wanted.
>I was stressed and depressed from the rollercoaster we were on. And it still wasn't a 100% my father would live.
>My parents also had to stop working (obviously) and caused us to take on a lot of debt.
>I begin stress eating a lot, mostly choclate. At one point I even ate a whole tub of raw vanilla icing I found in the fridge.
>This led to my lean body I spent hours refining through sports and recreation, turn into lards of fat. Nothing too extreme, but I was at borderline obesity.
Months of forgotten memories pass
>Father is now stable enough to return back to Dubai.
>We get there and reapply to ASD. Turns out there was no more space in 6th grade for me, and they turned us away. Reccomending not to waste hopes on the waiting list as it was too long.
>Parents are upset, but understand. They then put me in another private school which was newer and much smaller. ASD was a non-profit, but this school was for profit. The company behind the school was very reputable and actually had a lot of prestigous schools rivaling ASD.
(Yea Forumstard note: Due to how small the school was I will not name it, I don't want to dox myself. Sorry.)
>School year starts and the first day is post - orientation. (Think a vidya tutorial but for middle school.)
>I meet a cool guy named Jordan and we become friends right away.
>Months go by, Jordan and I were wrecking havoc on the school every day.
>We were very similiar, and were the popular kids. (Keep in mind there was only 36 kids in our grade.)
>The other kids called us the Two Kings of (Insert school name here)
>Majority of the teachers hated us, reasonably so.
>One teacher, Ms.Lui was someone I will never forget. She was very supporting and made my life so happy.
>Student council elections come up, and I get president, and Jordan gets vice president.
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>Since we were the first of the student council members since the school opened we helped write the by-laws.
>I was a history fanatic, this info will be useful later.
>We changed the vice president and president title to chancellor and vice chancellor.
>The teachers knew we were hell to deal with and the only teacher that was willing to sit in with during our student council meetings was Ms.Lui.
>She helped us attain complete power, and basically allowed Jordan and I to consolodite power and turn it slowly into a dictatorship. Essientially making the rest of the student council useless, as long as the two chancellors stuck together.
>Soon we became a facist like state.
>Just like hitler blamed the Jews for all of germanies problems we planned to do something similiar if the administration tread on us.
>A special school event called "week without walls" was coming up. Basically, the rich kids got to go skiing in Europe while the poor kids did shitty field trips locally.
>Being the students "council" we were able to review the administrations shitty "propisition" (which was really just an order) of what the kids where going to do that stayed behind.
>After biding our time we finally had the perfect moment to enact our plan.
>The one person we really needed was the student councils treasurer.
>The treasurer was an important key to us as she kept track and control of the money to be used for the field trips. Only Ms.Lui and her had the key for the money lockbox.
>We convinced the treasurer suprisingly easily and had the most important key for our dictatorship to work in our back pocket. Next we needed an army.
>We begin holding speeches in the cafeteria, then some student representitives, and secretary on the student council protested our plan and sat out of the meetings and speeches to protest us.
>Whatever, useless positions anyways.
>We begin rallying majority of the students to our cause. The minority that decided to stay away was mostly quiet kids, or kids jelous of us.
>Jordan and I begin hosting student council meetings at a table inside of the cafeteria instead of the student council room to bring further support to our cause. Allowing people to sit in whenever they want.
>The teachers finally find out what has been going on, and begins assigning seats for the cafeteria.
>Hope you bitches learned riot control in college
>Secretly plan a riot for the cafeteria seats, they cant suspend us all right?
>Day finally comes, lunch bell rings and everyone gets food.
>Instead of sitting down, we all stood up on the sides of the cafeteria.
>Teachers begin getting pissed and forcing us to sit down
>We refuse
>All the students that refused to sit down that lunch were pulled into a big conference room next period.
>Everyone is quiet.
>Teachers, principal, and vice principal sitting on the opposite side of the students.
"You all are recieving a inschool suspension."
>mfw when they are suspending 24 kids for not sitting in assigned seats during lunch.
>mfw when the administration pulled a tiananmen square
>This made our supporters even more loyal, and a couple more students join our cause.
>Administration attempts to remove Jordan and I from student council
>Point out that there are no policy or bylaw that says people can be removed from student council due to a suspension.
>They add in that rule, but "cannot" remove us from student council since we were suspended before the bylaw was added in.
>Big mistake, they completely underrestimated student council powers.
>A couple of weeks later administration asks for our revisions to there "proposition" for WWW (week without walls)
>We completely rewrote everything.
>Administration pissed, tells us that they are vetoing our "revisions" and continuing with the original plan.
>We agree, but tell them that none of the student council money will go to pay for any of the expenses.
>This was a big blow, since they are a for profit school, and there was going to be a lot of transportation, and a lot of outside temp hiring for teambuilding exercises etc.
>They tell us that we were commiting a crime, since all money was sold on there property, and it was forfitted once we put the money in the lockbox.
>We point to the bylaws again, which they signed, stating that everything sold on school property was rightfully the student councils, and unable to be touched by administration.
>The students put up there own money for the bake sales, lemonade stands, etc so it was fair.
>Administration goes scorched earth, enact their executive power, and aboloish the student council.
>They order the Ms.Lui to seize the money from the lockbox and give it to administration.
>Ms.Lui, the fucking legend, pulled the most risky stunt I have seen a teacher do.
>She then went on to ask the treasurer to provide her with the logs on who provided money for all the student sales.
>Once she had the logs she refunded every single person who bought stuff for the sales.
>With the left over money (which was A LOT) split it three ways between me, jordan, and the treasurer. Told us not to tell anyone we recieved the leftover money.
>Ms.Lui returned to the administration and told them the lockbox was missing.
>This plan could've easily backfired, but since there was absolutly no evidence of who "took it", no one who contributed to the sales was willing to press charges, and the money was never rightfully the administration, they couldn't do anything.
>They did bring Jordon and I to question us, but we gave them generic answers, and covered our tracks really well.
>We were let go and we went off to ski in Europe.
>When we got back we had no more power, but we had gain respect and kids loyal to us.
>Summer comes, and Ms.Lui tells us she will not be coming back, and going to teach at another school.
>This made me really upset, she was really supportive of me and was a legend to the students.
>To this day I dont know if she was forced out by the administration or left willingly.
>On the last day of school I talked with Ms.Lui for hours, and when the bell rung she gave me a huge hug.
"Stay on this path user, you are destined to become a great person."
>She lets me go and walks to her car.
>My throat began becoming tigher, and I felt really upset, yet happy.
Summer vacation goes by in a blink of an eye
>Today is the day we figure out what classes we are in.
>I go to school, meet up with Jordan, and check the list.
>We were not in a single class together.
>I started laughing and soon Jordan started laughing too.
>Administration were so upset with what we done they compeletely seperated us.
A boring 2 years later
>I asked a girl out on the last day of school and get rejected hard.
>"Oh well"
>Jordan tells me he is moving to Abu Dhabi and isn't going to come back to that school.
>This wasn't too upsetting since majority of the time outside of school we played vidya together.
>I wish him a farewell and go on vacation.
>Summer passes and go back to school for 9th.
>A lot of kids have enrolled in the school, and another grade was added above mine, meaning older kids.
>I lost my position as the school king, more "cooler" kids are in my grade now that were jelous of me and kept me out of there group.
>Majority of kids that were once loyal to me and jordan are now either gone or just dont care. The legend of what we accomplished was still around, but was nothing more than a tale for the middle schoolers to tell eachother.
>I was in high school now.
>Without Jordan at the school, I became a class clown.
>Kids nicknamed me Jester.
>I didn't have a lot of friends, but the ones I did have were not "real" friends. Our relationship was more one out of neccesity, to occupy time during school. Once outside of school, no need for that relationship.
>Keep in mind I was still chubby, but still decent looking.
>I hear about a new girl that joined halfway through the year, lets call her Jenny.
>Jenny wore a hijab and was from Australia.
>I found her super interesting, and funny. She also had a fat ass.
>I began to talk with her and become good friends with her.
>People told Jenny about me, but she ignored them.
>I was a nervous wreck since last time I asked a girl out I was rejected horribly, and she was a muslim. The school hard harsh policies against relationships, because the country had harsh policies.
>One day I decided to just ask her out after school, but she dissapered and I couldn't find her. So I texted her and asked her out.
>She acted dumb at first, saying she didnt see what I said because the app closed (we were using snapchat)
>I told her again, and she replied with "I like you too!"
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>We ended up texting all night. I was so happy.
>I fall asleep with my phone in my hands
>The next day we meet up in school, and I had no idea what I was allowed and not allowed to do.
>I asked her straight up if we could hold hands, or let me have my arm around her shoulder.
>She started laughing, and said yes, I could.
>We held hands all day.
>Her friends start to notice and eventually finds out.
>Doesn't matter, I got a girlfriend.
>Text all night again but this time she starts putting heart emojis and saying I love you.
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>I tell her that it was a little too early to say things like that.
>She gave me a really long response, saying how she hates social structure and just wants to say how she feels.
>My mind felt like it was about to explode, you dont just say that when we haven't even been on a date outside of school. We havent even kissed.
>Jenny gets upset that I won't respond with I love her too, but I am an honest ENTP personality type.
>I tell her the truth, I don't feel the same way. It is too early to feel the same way.
>Not knowing what to do, I ask my parents for some assistance.
>My mother wasn't really the romantic type, her only advice was "What the hell is wrong with that girl".
>My father on the other hand, he was better than your Chad. He was never popular with the kids, but he knew how to get girlfriends. Better yet, he would always make friends with the quiet kids. I know this for a fact because his friends that grew up with him were weird ass fucking people. Told me the same shit my father did.
>He helped me out, and I learned the female psyche as well as I could from him.
>Go to school next day and Jenny is not waiting by the bus stop like she did the other day.
>Oh well, maybe she is late.
>I go to homeroom, and she Jenny speaking with her best friend Naidia.
>Naidia was raised American like me, but she was raised in new york city.
>Her parents are originally from Sudan, and she also wore a hijab.
>I have been to nyc multiple times in my life and my father has never had anything nice to say about the people that live there.
>"There all robots, its a city full of robots." He would say.
>But I had a lot of friends in new york, and knew that my father would just say shit when he was pissed. He mostly insulted NYC when he was pulled over for not having a seatbelt on.
>Naidia lock eyes with me and gives me a dirty look.
>My eyes avert away and I sit down.
>Jenny avoids eye contact with me, and ignores my text msg i sent during class.
>The rest of the school day goes pass and not a single word was exchanged between me and her.
>My romance mentor aka my father taught me not to show emotion, and not to act desperate.
>I did just that, and got onto my bus without going out of my way. Let her have her space.
>Fucking around with some of the elementry kids on the bus and my phone vibrates.
>I pull it out and it is a text from Jenny.
>This text was long enough to fill atleast 5 pages.
>I read through it slowly.
>Basically says she can't be with someone who doesn't love her.
>mfw she has no idea how dating works
>mfw she broke up with me literally a day and a half after we confessed our feelings for eachother.
>Respond with "Okay, that is completely fine. We tried and it didn't work. Lets move on."
>No response.
>I get home, throw my bag across my room and sit down by my computer.
>Log into steam and launch Arma 2.
>Call my father on skype and we play DayZ Epoch together.
>Those were the best years with my father, we had so much fun.
>3 hours later of my original reply to her long text she replies
"Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about how you feel?""
"I am fine. I don't feel anything. We tried, it didn't work. Move on"
>She begins to blow up my phone the rest of the weekend.
>We get back to school on monday, and she comes up to me and apologizes for trying to force me to admit something I didn't feel.
"Stop worrying Jenny, you don't need to apologize for anything."
>She then asks if we can get back together.
>Holy fuck, dad your a legend.
>I agree and we begin officially dating.
>The next couple of weeks was some cringey shit
>Instead of going out to the mall with just the two of us, she brought her friends since her mother didn't allow her to hang out with boys.
>Literally had to sneak to meet my fucking girlfriend.
>We meet up and its just me, Jenny, Naidia, and two other girls that were friends with Jenny and I.
>Drags me from store to store, it was fucking horrifying.
>Go into Sephora, Victoria Secret, and a FUCKING HOT TOPIC. Or a rip-off hot topic atleast.
>End up talking with the other two girls more than Jenny.
>Jenny points out things she really likes, in hopes of me buying it for her.
>I knew what she was doing, but I felt bad not buying shit for her. So I bought her a perfume bottle worth $150.
>Instead of giving her it right away, I told her I would suprise her, since her birthday was coming up soon.
>Go home, thinking on how fucking stupid that whole thing was.
>Next day one of the girls that was with me and jenny got pissed at her boyfriend and broke up with him.
>Why? Because he refused to kiss her.
>Jenny and I try to console the poor guy, and he begins getting touchy with Jenny.
>I was not insecure about my relationship with Jenny, so I ignored it.
>These were the last couple days of school, and I was going back to the US for vacation in the summer.
>If any time was to make my move now would be the time.
>I brought Jenny to a isolated place of the school where we can see all of the building surrounding our school.
>It also happened to be ramadan, which is a islamic fasting month.
>We sit on stairs and hold hands staring, talking about life.
>I admit to Jenny why I brought her here, and I was nervous as hell.
"You want to kiss? Oh, its easy just do this."
>She puts her hand on my cheek and leans in.
>I begin to lean in
>At the last second she fucking dabs on me.
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>She begins laughing
>I grab her and kiss her
>The whole world wasn't getting slow, I didn't get any butterflies in my stomach.
>To top all of it off, her breath fucking smelled like shit.
>As we were kissing, a girl named June and her asian boyfriend (which were both a grade older than us) walk up the stairs.
>I notice them and stop kissing.
"Oh shit sorry dudes, we'll leave."
"Ahahaha, appreciate it."
>Looking back at Jenny you can tell she is a little upset.
"Whats wrong Jen?"
>She ignores me and walks down the stairs and catches up with June.
>I follow, and begin talking to June asking her what she was doing.
"Wanted to skip class, and I know noone comes here. Chan here also was skipping with me."
>June, Chan, and I start talking with eachother, while Jenny sits next to me quietly.
>I don't even attempt to talk to Jenny because she won't talk back.
>The school day finishes up and I head to my bus.
>I see Jenny walking out by her lonesome.
>I run up to beside her.
"Sorry about that awkward mess earlier, that was my first kiss."
"No worries user, shit happens."
>We walk quietly towards the buses, and right before I get on my bus I give her a hug and she pecks me on the cheek.
>I smile and board my bus.
A couple of weeks later
>I am in my hometown, and things with Jenny are going good. We can't see eachother in real life but we talk on skype all the time.
>Something that was really weird though was every time we skyped, I heard raspy breathing in the background. Like someone was listening to us behind her webcam.
>One day my father sits me and my siblings down.
"Me and your mother are getting a divorce. We still care for eachother but she spends too much money. You guys are staying here, in the US."
>"WHAT??" I say to myself.
>But it was something I was use to. Moving between countries.
>I call Jenny to tell her right away, but she wasn't answering.
>I called every day, she never answered.
>This went on for weeks.
>Weeks became months.
>Months became a year.
>I was now a 15 year old sophmore going to public school again.
>Was I as popular as I was back in 6th grade? No.
>But I had a small group of fake friends.
>We always hung out after school for an hour.
>One day me and this girl are walking out of a Macy's parking lot to head home from school.
>I get a text and I open it up.
>It was my old friend from Dubai, she told me that Jenny's parents found out and moved her to an all private school. Grounded her from using any type of electronical device except for school.
>jesuschrist.wav
>Reply telling her what happened to me, telling her I now lived in the US.
>Go home as quick as I can.
>Get on my computer and email Jenny.
>I get a response almost immediatly.
>But this wasn't the response I expected.
>She cursed me out, saying how she gave up everything for me, and how I just ghosted her.
>I wasn't responsible for anything she accused me of, but I still felt like shit.
>At that point I pretty much forgot about her, I had a new crush.
>The next day I promise myself that I would ask her out to get my mind off Jenny.
>I do, but get rejected super hard.
>Slowly fall into a depression, had fake friends that talked shit behind my back, and got rejected.
>One thing I was good at was school. I apply for IB classes for my junior year of high school.
>I get in, thankfully.
>Instead of being with different people every class like the rest of the public school, I was stuck with the same bunch of nerds every fucking class.
>I attempted to make friends, they were all socially awkward.
>Everyone there was socially retarded, except for two girls. A blonde and a brunette.
>I try to ask out the brunette, but fail miserably.
>This is the begining of my downward spiral.
>Teachers begin shitting on me for not being as socially awkward as the other kids.
>I was smart, but that didn't mean I ever stopped being a class clown.
>I begin skipping classes and avoiding homework.
>Teachers begin bullying me even harder.
>Start skipping whole school days. I hide in my basement for the whole school day, then walk out the back door and enter the front door like I came home from school.
>The days I was in school I made up the work I missed, of course cheating like crazy.
>Regularly missing atleast 3-4 days a week.
>Get pulled into a room with the IB coordinator and another teacher.
>They ask me what I am doing, blah blah blah.
>I spin some sob story about my father and mother being divorced and having a hard time. It was bullshit, I knew my parents were on good terms.
>This goes on for majority of my 11th grade.
>I lose all friends, fake or not I really had no friends now.
>Vidya evolved from an addiction to a lifestyle.
>I begin smoking ciggerettes
>My mother eventually finds out about me skipping school, but she couldn't do anything.
>Junior Prom comes up, and I go reluctantly.
>I get inside and talk with some people I knew, but mainly walked around doing nothing.
>Everyone is called into the ballroom and sit down at the tables.
>I had no friends, so I didn't sit at any table. I just leaned against the wall watching everyone.
>A teacher I didn't know walks up to me.
"Don't be a wall flower. Go socialize"
>I don't respond and just look at him.
"Alright, think about it."
>Upset, I walk out of the building and sit by the lake.
>I pull out a cig and light it up.
>Get my phone out and my earplugs.
>Call my friend on discord, and start talking about how shitty the party was.
>An hour passes, and I didn't move. I was internally crying, but talking with my vidya friends was helping.
"Hey user, I gotta go eat dinner, msg me when you get back home okay bud?"
"Alright man."
>He hangs up and I am left to my own thoughts.
>It was terrifying.
>I hear groaning and moaning come from the forrest to my left.
>"Assholes, keep quiet I am drowning in self pity." I tell myself.
>How did my life come to this?
>What went wrong?
>Questions I don't think I will ever have the answer for.
>I hear twigs breaking behind me.
>I spin around and see a young girl in a tight black and red dress I dont recognize.
>The public high school I went to was overpopulated, it had 4000 students in a building meant to only hold 2500.
"Can I bum a ciggerette of you?"
"Sure."
>She sits down next to me
>Hand her a cig and light it up for her.
>We sit for what felt like hours staring at the lake.
>She finally begins to speak.
"So, tell me all about your woes."
"What makes you think I have any?"
>She chuckles and turns towards me
"Well, people usually dont sit outside prom smoking by themself for no reason."
"True dat."
>We sit in silence for another minute.
"Tell you what, you tell me whats wrong and I'll tell you all my problems."
"Where to begin? I have no real life friends, I am failing in school, I am overweight, still a virgin, and depressed as all hell."
>She smiles
"Thats all?"
"More or less. Everyone tells me how fucked up I am but then I look around and see everyone is infinitley more fucked up then I am."
>Silence again.
"I won't lie to you, I can't say it will get better."
>I chuckle
"Wow, thats pretty fucking motivating."
>We both start laughing.
"So what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You said you would tell me all your woes if I told you mine."
"Ah, I believe I did. Well... I have been stuck in the closet my whole life. Never had a relationship, which also means I am a virgin just like you."
"I would welcome you to the club, but its not a very welcoming club."
"I was on anti depressents majority of my life, and tried to kill myself a couple of times."
>I look at her with concern
"Oh, don't worry I am fine now."
"Why never come out of the closet?"
"Eh, I guess I'm not ready."
"Fair enough."
>Silence comes over us again.
>She stands up
"So how do you feel now?"
"Honestly, like god pinned my legs behind my head and fucked my pretty virgin asshole dry. No lube, nothing."
>Her face turned from serious to disgusted.
"You have a dark sense of humor you know that?"
"I suppose so."
"So what, your just gonna sit here and wallow in self pity?"
"Pretty much."
>She reaches her hand out to me
"Come on, don't be a baby."
>I grab her hand an make an annoyed groan getting up.
>I throw my cig into the lake and begin walking back to prom.
>She links her arm with mine.
"Its going to be hard you know, but you are gonna have to try. Because I know for a fact that if you try, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel."
>I refuse to say anything back and we walk back into the building.
>The teacher that called me a wallflower was sitting at the entrance.
>He notices us
"Ah, you got him. Thank you so much."
>A wave of emotions all hit me at once.
>She looks at me then at the teacher with a pissed off look
>I unlink my arm with her.
"Who the hell are you?"
>She looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
"I am... Mr.Rodricks TA. My name is Christina"
>The wave of emotion forms into pure, unadultrated anger.
"So, what? This was all a plan to trick me?"
"No user, we were trying to make you feel better."
>Rage, pure rage flows through my body.
"Is this all a game to you sick fucks? You teachers bully me, put me down, and now trick me?"
>They both looks of caution on there face.
"You know what, I am not even going to waste my breath."
>I look at them, pull out a cig, light it, take a puff and begin to walk out.
>So upset, on my way out I kick a fold up table across the room and leave.
>I get in my car and tears roll down my face.
>I slam my hand against the steering wheel.
>"Fucking assholes, bitches, cunts, fuckers, bastards..."
>Every curse word that came to my mind I said.
>I drive home.
>Next day I tell my mom I am dropping out of high school.
>She is upset, reasonably so, but I couldn't take it anymore.
Present Day.
>18 years old
>play vidya all day long
>no job
>still a virgin
>no friends, not even online friends anymore
>browse Yea Forums when not playing vidya
>trying to complete highschool through online courses
>barely bother doing it
>family is worried sick for me
>I am just a lard of fat, sitting home in my underwear, locked in my room, doing nothing but eat, play vidya, sleep, wakeup, repeat.
That is my story, that is my life. I don't know if it gets better, but I want people to know my story. Maybe people will learn from my mistakes.