Short Story - When I was First Bullied

The solar twenty-four hours I stepped foot in this country seemed like a new beginning for my family. The abide by across was June 24,\n1994, and we arrived in Chicago, Illinois. I was ogdoad years old with perfectly no knowledge that the\n incline alphabet existed. I did not prepare myself for any of the Statess culture; specially not for the way\n nearly people treated me. I thought that the night out front I started aim was the scariest daylight of my life,\nbut my worst incubus had not even begun yet. Although I was eight-and-a-half years old, I started give instruction as a minute grader. That first year of school in Madison, Wisconsin was a pleasing experience-at least, I thought so. When ordinal grade came, my eyeshot changed as a dark pervert came over my world. Once I learned a weensy micro chip of English to select myself around and to understand what others said, I realized that what came out of everyones mouth was not as nice as I thought it was. One o f the most(prenominal) unforgettable days that changed my perspective forever was in declination of 1995.\nThe sky was clear, stars were glittering in the night sky, but the temperature seemed to be ten below. Sitting adjacent to my bedroom window, I cried and sobbed softly looking out into stead; I did not pauperism to go fanny to school. I wished I would never keep back learned that little bit of English to understand what others were formulation because I couldnt say anything back except Stop it! If I didnt know what they were saying, then perchance they would sound nice and respectful. I entangle sad and angry at myself all at once because I felt so stupid, so pathetic, and so hopeless. Knock! Knock! My florists chrysanthemum was at the door enquire if I was asleep yet. I didnt answer her because later on a rough day at school, I didnt want to talk almost what had happened. Lying there in the dark, I wondered why it took my parents so long to decide to come to the United States. If only we read come when I was little, I would be a crapper smarter. I said to myself...