Bully.

Jordan's POV.

As I slowly got out of bed, I walked to the mirror and I told my self " Jordan, this year will be different. " I tried to fake a smile. I walked to my closet and picked out something to wear.  

I picked a light and dark green plaid shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans, now it was time for shoes, I couldn't decide whether to wear my white converse or my gray boots. I decided I would just wait till I finished my hair. I got out my straightener and started straightening my long brown hair.

When I finished my hair,I decided to wear my white converse,then I pulled out my make up bag and began to do my eyes, I added some eye liner and some mascara, after my eyes I went to my cheeks,I added a dash of red on both, I grabbed a few bracelets and put them on. I wasn't a big fan of accessorizing but I had to wear them to hide my scars..

I was finally ready for school, hopefully this year will be different than how all my other schools have turned out. I was really hoping to actually make some friends this year. All my previous schools have been absolutely the worst. I was bullied in all my schools, Elementary, Middle school,and High school. I had to switch schools in Elementary 3 times,  

And when I got to middle school I had to switch 5 times, and for High school 2 times. I've been basically bullied all my life. I wanted this year to finally be different. This was my last year in high school and I was really hoping to fit in.

I didn't have to switch schools so much because I was bullied. I had to switch because of my dads job, my dad works in the military and I only get to see him ten minutes every two days.  

Even though I've been bullied my whole life, I still refused to tell my dad.  

I just couldn't tell him. I tried to tell him in middle school, but I just kept it all in. When I was eleven years old my mother passed away from cancer. When she passed away I felt as if I was stabbed in the heart and all I wanted to do was be alone.

When I got to school on my first day of 5th grade, I just did what i wanted do right when my mother died,be alone. I didn't want to have any friends or talk to anybody. Of course nobody knew what I was going through, so they all laughed at me, and made fun of me. Why? Because I was an easy target. I was the basic definition of loner. They would call me "freak" and "loser" and many more terrible names.

As I switched Elementary schools 3 times, it all became worse and worse. I started eating alot, because that was my way of feeling better.I ate so much that I gained about 150 pounds. That was definitely to much to weigh for an eleven year old girl.

As I got to my very first day of middle school, I did exactly what I did in elementary, I ignored everyone and just focused on school, I was a bigger target this year. Everyone would call me "Fat", "Worthless","Ugly" ,"Stupid","Cow" and more.....  

The name calling didn't really affect me, its when they would actually hit me.

Every day after school, they would chase me until they could get a hold of me, and beat me till I was bruised everywhere in my body. When I switched middle schools more, It all became a living nightmare. They all threatened to kill me. So instead of going to school, I ditched. I got kicked out of school for ditching so much. 

Of course my dad was worried about me, but did he do anything about it? No. He couldn't really do much though, he was so focused on his job that he never had time for me or my sister.

Since I never got to see my dad, I lived with my big sis, she was 15 when I was 11, and when I was in middle school she was 17. I lived with her, but I never saw her. Couldn't really blame her though, because she had jobs and she was focused on her career, she didn't have much time to