Hi,
My name is Margaret E. Tangon,11 years old.I'm just a simple girl trying to live her life as time goes by,well actually,,it didn't end up like that.So my story is,,I was born on March 25,in The Philippines.I grew up being abused because of education and I understand why I was treated like that by my father.I love my family and I don't care if I'm treated that way.So,I'm abused,there goes my elementary life,but before I head on to that heres a little bit of my kindergarten story: I had an awful kindergarten situation,I had friends but some people don't get me.I was a fun loving child that nobody heard of until I introduced myself to them.There were kids who,I guess..bully me?I don't know.They called me names and push me around and makes me feel I'm not special.Because of my experience,my attitude changed I was called "mean girl".Then elementary,I was classmates with those who.."bullied" me.Time flew and they were convincing people that I was the meanest persn on earth,until 4th Grade,,they called me names,punched me,kick me and accuse me of something I didn't do.I had fewer friends,friends who weren't trustworthy.They would sometimes call me names too.Then I believed,that I couldn't and wouldn't trust anyone ever again.It was almost recognition day my last words before I leave for summer was,"What would you want from me?What do you want to change?For me?". Carefully they answered,I understood them and promised that I would do so.5th Grade,I'm so close on graduating.As I promised,I did change but I had a little bitterness left from the situation.I had more friends than usual I was friends with one of my 'bullies'.