What really happened

Chapter 2

I live a good life. I have a roof over my head, good heathy food to eat, clean water to drink, my own room, and a loving family. So what do I have to complain about? See my life isn't as perfect as it seems. Let's jump back to seventh grade.

I use to sit between two boys. Calum, a big blond swimmer, who I think as a crush on me and Elliot, a brunette nerd, I also think likes me. Now they would do little thinks like take my books, pull my hair, stuff like that. But as time went on, it got worse. They started to punch me in my arms, stomach, and even in my boobs. Elliot started to push me into lockers, shove me into them, slam them on my hands. Not to mention he would even stab me with pens and pencils. One day I went to sit down and Calum pulled my chair out from under me. I fell back and hit my head on the table behind me, then came forward and hit my head on my desk in front of me, then I fell to the floor. Everyone on the class either laughed or stared at me with disgust. This went on since the beginning of the year (which started 8/4) and it's now 3/8. No one did anything to stop them or helped me out. Back to the chair incident, the teacher came over and said "Audree, why are you on the floor? Get up and get back to work." What?!?! No yelling at the boys for what they did?!? No telling the class this isn't funny?!? No are you okay?!? It wasn't till 3/21 I found out I had depression. I never told anyone. I didn't know how to tell them. I didn't know what to say. So I just kept my mouth shut. After awhile I started caring a notebook around. It had some letters of me tell about was going on. I never let anyone read it or see it.

(To be continued)