Aya.
heartless glances
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1.
Hannah Montana had only been on air a few months when I went to a benefit for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation. I remember the exact date: June 11, 2006.
It was the day I met my first love. Let's call him Prince Charming. I don't want to use his name because this isn't about who he is or what I meant to him. It's about how I felt and what our relationship meant to me.
So we were at this benefit, and I didn't know anything about the prince except I knew from a friend that he thought I was pretty. He came up to me with bunch of guy friends and introduced himself. Instantly, I wanted them to go to go away and just to be with him.
Prince Charming and I broke up on December 19, 2007. The hardest day ever. My life felt like it had ground to a halt, but the rest of the world kept right on rolling. I was on tour. People were counting on me.
2.
I never told my parents about bullying. Sometimes I tried to defend myself. Sometimes I apologized. Sometimes I walked away.
I always felt alone. But the night I got the cafeteria threat it seemed like Operation Make Miley Miserable was escalating to a new level. More like Operation Take Miley Down.
I was so scared that I told a friend from cheerleading about it on the phone. Should I skip lunch? ShouId I arm myself with a ketchup bottle and prepare for battle? It was like an afterschool special about the runty girl who gets beat up.
But instead of having and happy ending with an uplifting message about overcoming adversity, this plot would end with my living out the rest of my
life as a twelve-year-old hermit, friendless and alone.
After bailing on too many auditions because of bullies, I did not have the comfort of cheerleading anymore. I just got by. I started hanging out with some older kids and tried to put it out of my mind, but the bully girls continued to give me a hard time every day.
I hated school. I never turned my back to open my locker without being aware of who else was in the hall. I never lingered between classes or after school. Every time I went to the bathroom or walk around the corner, I was on
edge. I didn't feel safe
Nie che mi się tego tłumaczyć
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