Hey Victoria. I read your post about having a bad time at your dads? I just don’t get why your brother is doing that to you?? But whatever it is, you definitely have not failed as an older sister. Trust me, I am one too! Anyway, if you’re still looking for help, could you maybe tell me abit more so I can try? (:

Thanks for your message Groovy can I call you that anyway I have a long story of bullying and then…I lost my mom last year. So you might wanna grab a cup of whatever that you like to drink and embrace this long story.

The Bullying

I’ve been bullied since first grade. People called me all sorts of nasty names nad said all sorts of mean things to me. Like I was worthless and I was fat, a whore. Some people wished me dead. I always told my mom that school was great…which was a big fat lie.

It got so worse that I had to transfer school. But it didn’t stop there. There was one and only one guy with a few other guys that harrased me as well. He even spat in my face one time. I had only few friends.

I always tried to keep my head high even tho I felt like total and utter crap. But then I found joy when I picked up a pencil and a piece of paper. I started writing stories and that was something I quite enjoyed. So I decided that I wanted to be a author (I wanted to be a fashion designer at first..but I realized that I can’t sew).

My inspirations are J.R.R Tolkien and J.K Rowling.

The Loss of my mom

I had a great mother. Her name was Heidi. She was the most loving woman ever. She was always there when I needed her. She taught me right and wrong…she was great.

But then a tragedy struck bot me and my family. April 1st 2012 my mother passed away at age 40. Her right lung had a giant clot. You can guess that I am trying my hardest not to cry when I am writing you this Groovy.

I told my uncle in the car “What if mom doesn’t make it when we get there?” and..I was right..they had tried to make her heart work again when we drove to the hospital.

When the doctor announced to us that my mother had indeed passed away…I didn’t want to belive it..since she died on April Fool’s Day. I wanted the doctor to say “April Fools” but she had this look in her eyes that told me that it was not a joke.

I felt the walls crash on me. The hardest part was that..she had just turned forty and she celebrated my seventeenth birthday (I am now eighteen) and she had to leave this world.

The funeral…oh god the funeral was a bitch…seeing a casket thinking “My mom is there in a eternal slumber to never wake up from”.

So there you have it Groovy.