The world was biting me, so I bit back

I changed schools two times when I was still going to

primary school (1st grade). The first time was because of
a kid that kept harassing me and I could not handle his
stupidity anymore. The second time was due to the high
cost the private school was demanding, so I got settled in
a public school (4th grade).
It was pretty difficult to adapt to the new school, because
I did not know anyone, and I was a little bit shy (and
weird) at the time. Making friends was kind of hard and
easy at the same time, I didn’t know who would make for
good company. Several weeks pass and I finally get the
hang of how things work in the school, that way I was
able to befriend half the class. There was a big problem
with my past self, is that I was opening my character
very easily after meeting new people, that being said, the
first impression I gave was that I was weird (not a very
good start).
One time, one kid from my class called everyone, except
me. I didn’t know the reason behind that, so I insisted on
why he was doing that, he said “I can’t say”. I got
outcasted way too easily, I didn’t fight back or anything.
After the meeting ended, he came back to me to inform
me that he was talking to the others about a weird dream
he had, including myself in it. I was pretty disappointed,
but also I believed everything he said, looking back to
that I believe he was probably saying bad things about
me to the others and then proceeded to lie to me. I hadn’t
developed at the time any logical thinking or
independency, I was just another sheep in the herd…
After graduation, we all went to different schools, but at
least my best friend (from another school) was entering
the same gymnasium as me. Anyways, the problem is
that I was still socially dumb. I didn’t know it at the time,
I just accepted it like some kind of fun fact (not so fun).
Somehow I cracked one or two jokes per lesson, and so I
became the class clown. I feel like at the time I was
being more extroverted than in primary school, that must
mean some kind of character development I thought to
myself, and it was! During my gymnasium years, I was
more careful about whom I will call friends, although I
remained a sheep, I was more independent than before.
The years passed… I finally graduated and went to the
lyceum. Being a first year there is sure nerve cracking
but for some reason, over the past years, I developed the
ability to not get easily anxious about something,
whether it be tests or social encounters. I experienced my
character going through a lot of changes, mostly in
interests, I gained an interest in psychology and body
language analysis. I bought a small red book just for
taking notes on how the class was behaving (in terms of
body language). This knowledge helped in various
awkward social situations, if you can read the room you
can adapt to it or change it to your will. Halfway through
the year, I became a more intuitive person, not relying so
much on people’s help; looking back I hated it when I
was getting help.
It was all good and dandy until one day I decided to do
something stupid. I have a friend in another class, and
while he was hanging out with them, I joined in (I knew
most of them from previous years). While I was eating a
red apple, two –new— girls asked me if it tasted good,
sensing the sarcasm in their words I took a big bite and
spit it out close to their feet saying, “It could be better”.
We all laughed at the whole situation.
When I enter my friend’s class, one girl says, “Oh, it’s
apple”. They made me a nickname for that goofy act I
did yesterday, I ignored it, but it did not stop annoying
me.
And now we are at the present, the second year of the
lyceum, perhaps the best version of myself over the past
years. I got mature in terms of social intellectuality and
academic discipline. I am sure there is more room to
grow in, the time will come when I can finally shine
bright and mock the people mocking me.
Well, it did, while I was walking with my two best
friends home, the same girl I mentioned previously
happened to go from the same road, so she joined us. Not
a second passes and she says, “Apple is here too”. I was
looking forward to that because now I can cuss her for a
year’s worth of annoyance. I begin by saying, “Μωρή
ξεκωλιάρα, γαμω την παναγια σου, ουτε ενα λεπτο δεν
περασε, γαμω την πουτανα σου και με ειπες μιλο, να πας
να γαμηθεις με τους πορνογερους του ορφανοτροφειου
σου.”, something like that. My friends were laughing
while she was looking in shock, she thought I would just
take that insult in and say nothing like last year, but I
stood on my feet for that one. She then proceeded to tell
me, “Chill”, even though I was saying all that in a calm
voice.
The world may be biting me, but I will bite back this
time.