Past.

When I was younger, I was bullied



I told teachers, but they never did anything about it. I was picked on for being a little different, for having red hair.
Before summer heights high was made, I was being called a ranga.

There were a few boys in my grade looking through a nat geo book in our library. They found a page on Orangutan's, they realised the comparison, and began to refer to me as an Orangutan. Later shortening it to Ranga.

I told teachers, but they never changed anything. My teacher got me to start writing in a book when ever they did something to me. I did this, but my teacher never acted on it. The boys never changed.

I had to learn to deal with it all myself, to accept that I was different, and just go along with the jokes people made.

Now, I'm able to make jokes about myself. I sometimes wonder that if the teachers did do something, and the jokes stopped Whether i would think of myself differently, Whether i would still hate the fact that I was different. Whether, when people made jokes it would affect me lots.

I'm glad things were handled in the way they were, it might of sucked at the time, but now i realise how beautiful my hair really is. People dye their hair to be like mine, i not accept myself :)

I love being called a ranga, although, I hate it when people say my hair is orange. IT'S CUSSING RED!! It confuses me when people are so stupid, and it actually really offends me and makes me consider dying my hair. But, because now i like having red hair, if i were to dye my hair, I would dye it a different red.

I HATE when people say its orange, It makes me want to throw sand in their eyes, and continue to do so until they can see that my hair is red!!....







Ranga, out!