I hated middle school. I had been going to school with the same kids from primary school onwards (small town) and when I was in primary school, they had already decided they didn't like me. Why? I was the angry, weird red-headed kid. I had temper issues and they knew it and they preyed on it. Plus, I was always the shortest kid in class.
Then, when I got to middle school, it only got worse. Looking back, I really don't know WTF I ever did to those people. I minded my own business, read my books, watched my anime and drew my pictures, and that was somehow a problem. Granted, maybe I was asking for it. I WAS a weeaboo for three years, and they're some of the most annoying people on the planet. I didn't wear clothes from the mall, had no interest in makeup or boys. I just wanted to do my own thing and get through school. But, apparently, that wasn't good enough.
Anyway, it got to the point where the entirety of the student body hated me for no reason and I didn't find a whole lot of solace. The friends I'd had in primary school were gone. They were either in a different middle school or rolled with different crows.Yet, I never became depressed. And unlike a lot of kids these days, suicide never crossed my mind. I guess I just went with it. And, it got to the point where I simply stopped talking. Why? Because every time I defended myself, I got laughed at and mocked even further. And once I stopped talking, they got worse and then, eventually...they stopped. They realised they couldn't bother me any more and when I got to high school, we went our separate ways and they changed to pretending I didn't exist. Which was fine with me.
Middle school in general is just an unpleasant experience. Everyone is in a weird stage where they are transitioning from being a child and really trying to find themselves while their bodies are going crazy because, puberty. All while trying to keep up in school because, OMG college.
But, in the end. I made it. And the one great thing that came from it all? My Best Friend. I still can't remember how the hell we met (and neither can she), all I know is it was in seventh grade and that we've been together ever since!
And to anyone currently struggling with similar issues in school, I promise. I DOES get better. It may seem like a BIG deal now, like the whole world is working against you, but it's not the end of the world. Just do you and push on through it. Because once you graduate, no one gives a crap anymore. Once I got out of school, it didn't matter what clothes I bought or the fandoms I was in. Because after school, people have better things to worry about. Like college, and money and kids. You know, important stuff.