Man, I was pretty messed up.
Overall, I was a punk girl that a lot of the kids were just straight up scared of.
Most of us went to 8th grade together as well, and that’s where I started, I dunno all sorts of things. I dyed my hair pink, started dressing punk and was pulled out of school for a month full-time to go to rehab after trying to commit suicide.
I had to leave school early to go to therapy for months after that too. Most kids assumed I was going to rehab for drugs.
In HS, I continued to try and kill myself often. I also had a fascination for self harm and CONSTANTLY had bandages on my arms. I had absolutely no intention of hiding my injuries or scars.
So people thought I was bat-**** crazy. I also beat the **** out of a huge guy because he made one of my female friends cry.
I wouldn’t listen to kids get bullied and I wouldn’t stand by while others made racist or sexist comments, so I was always causing trouble for calling them out and starting fights. There were a LOT of racist, sexist, homophobic trash in my HS.
I was dealing with realizing I was bi, and made our school’s first Gay/Straight Alliance (this was the best you could hope for in our town).
Anyways, I got kicked out of normal school in sophomore year and sent to “bad kid school” which was pretty wild. School was from like 2pm-7pm in a bad town nearby and I was the only white girl there. But they all absolutely loved me. And I liked those bad kids too
I started a poetry club there and we put on a whole production.
I was SO SAD when they sent me back to normal HS, for the second half of junior year. I dropped out shortly thereafter, got my GED and started college when I was 17. The GED is so absurdly easy, I wish I would have done it sooner. I always got good grades in school though, and felt like I hardly had to try to get them.