#bullys

Camilla Long for The Sunday Times on Harry and Meghan

I hope this works. It is from “the cat with the Emerald tiara” tumblr page

https://the-cat-with-the-emerald-tiara.tumblr.com/post/625297114509000704/sunday-times-all-aboard-the-freedom-bus#notes

Excellent read!

This is a more au story based off of @kristyavson, @kristyavsonhero2 and @eclipsewarrior101 gene and Green Eggs & Ham. This Au is a mix between Ducktales Gene au and Anastasia with a cartoon crossover.

This is part 3 where we introduce Gene or G who lives on the streets and plays his guitar for money. He gets into some trouble and when all seems lost he finds a way to keep his spirits high.

16 year old Gene had lived on the streets ever since he could remember. He remembered being found unconscious in the woods and having no idea who he was or why he was there. He was of course sent to an orphanage at first but he ran away when he wasn’t adopted. He ended up on the streets working odd jobs and even playing his guitar for money. 

Now he wasn’t as dirty clothes as others would be but he did wear worn clothes that he washed himself or used what money he had to clean them.

Now that guitar, was Gene’s only real clue to who he was and was his prized possession. It was the only real thing he had to his past. He had learned from other street performers and even shared what money he earned with anyone he could. 

He was...all alone, but he had his dream. He knew someone out there was looking for him and despite being teased and called dumb for such an idea he held on to the dream like a blanket of hope. 

He had finished his usual shift and had earned a few bucks. He always played part of a song he really could not remember where he heard it from. it was a pretty song but..it felt unfinished. He was for his age a talented kid. Everyone kinda knew him and knew he was a nice kid and some even gave him money when he offered to help them. 

Gene: well a few bucks...this should do for lunch and the rest can go into the plan

He picked up what he earned and walked around to see what was going on in town. 

He knew this town very well. he knew the schedules and the people and was very friendly when he could. He always loved the sights and the town at night whent he lights made it really shine.

But he knew...this was not home.

He knew he had a home...somewhere and eh would find it...someday

Gene: (humming the once upon a december tune a bit and singing quietly as he walks) someone holds me safe and warm. far away long ago, glowing dim as an ember, and a song someone sings once upon a december”

Gene had decided a long time ago that when he earned enough money he would travel and search for his family. The PLAN was to street perform in each town and search for them when he could. he just needed enough to do it. 

He walked back to his box “his shelter at night” where he sleeps and sees someone messing around with his stuff

Gene: H-HEY STOP THAT’S MINE..

A bigger kid had his money he had stashed and gene went to grab it back, but was grabbed by another kid. he drops his guitar. 

Bully 1: oh yah, who said

Gene: me it’s my money. I earned it. please i need it, i need it to find my family,

Bully 2. (holding gene) HAHAHA your family, hear that he wants to find his family. 

Bully 1: HA you have no family, they abandoned you and your just a street brat who will die alone. YOUR A NOBODY (bully 2 throws gene into the wall and they walks away with the money)

Gene: (heartbroken then angry) nonono, ugh....no. great now i have to reearn everything, ugh that’s gonna take forever. (sad) there wrong...I...i have a family. i-i do. i know i do. i just have to keep trying. 

he remembers the money in this pocket and takes it out to check it

Gene: ugh i guess i will have a very light lunch. But what am i gonna do now. 

gene grabs his guitar and walks away to get lunch. He has no idea that today will change his life forever

2 years since i gave my opinion

2 years sicne getting harassed so badly by the Sabres squad i almost ended it all

2 years since my fb account was hacked by fans to "teach me a lesson"

2 years of PTSD

2 years of sever depression

2 years of hell

2 years of getting threatening messages on my Instagram account

2 years of realizing how toxic Buffalo Sabres fans are

2 years of getting blamed for nothing

2 years of hiding

2 years of crying

2 years of regret

2 years of #BringbackEnnisandFoligno

2 years of Sabres hate

There is a happy ending but there are some

Trigger warnings: Mentions of bullying, self harm, suicidal thoughts.

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So yesterday, my parents invited me to their Christmas Eve church service and not wanting to be a complete Scrooge, I obliged. When the church service was over, I saw the two girls who use to bully me severely in high school. They use to call me fat because I was chubby (and still kinda am, oh well ☺️); they called me ugly because I didn’t like makeup and didn’t straighten my hair; they called me weird because I loved Marvel, writing stories, wasn’t interested in dating, and read fantasy books. They made up stories about me and even caused people to treat me differently because they believed these girls. I was tormented for 4 years—in person, online, anywhere they could spread their hate. This resulted in me starving myself, self harm, and even thoughts of suicide.

Thankfully, I was able to move on with my life after high school, I moved across country to college, traveled the world, met amazing people and have been living my best life.

But let me tell you—When I saw them yesterday—I was blown away. I almost didn’t recognize them.

Hate. Ages. You. They looked nothing like I remembered. They looked so sad, so haggard. When they looked at me I saw their eyes widen, one of them even attempted to weakly smile at me. I smiled back. Honestly, I don’t have any animosity for them anymore. I’m doing just fine, sadly I don’t know if I could see the same for them.

Them: respect, you have to earn that.

Respect is a privilage for everyone, black or white. Respect is for Mother's n Daughters, Father's n Son's. We all should be treated equally as one. Don't look down upon someone's position, but respect that anyone could've been in that situation. Its simple, don't judge, don't criticize. Just because someone doesn't have a job, doesn't mean they don't do shit. Just because someone doesn't go to school, doesn't mean they won't achieve shit, and we should respect that... Respect is a privilege, it don't matter the person, or age. Respect is understanding others with a open mind. Respect can be from a distance, you don't have to be kind.