My Story

The Bullying getting Worse

From fourth and fifth grade I felt invisible. People barely noticed me. The only time they did, it was to pick on me. I hated my teacher too. She was so mean. I hated going to school. Sure, at the time the names were just stupid little things. But at that age, it hurt. A lot.

Sixth grade... Oh man. That was tough. I got so bullied. I was mad fun of. I've been shoved. It was just really bad.

Blah. The summer vacation before seventh grade... That was a hard time. I felt so lonely. My friends were leaving me. I started to cut. I took an old pocket knife I used to have and many slices on my wrist. That's when I started to wear a sweater every day. And I wouldn't take it off. Especially in front of people. But then, my mom noticed.... She took me pocket knife and brought me to the Crisis Center... I got a consoler... I stopped cutting for a while.

Seventh grade... That was even worse. But less people made fun of me. I think they did because I got my hair cut. And I wanted to be called Zack. Oh yea, I didn't tell you this. I'm actually a girl. And my real name is Breanna. Anyways, but doing that, also got me a lot of negative crap. I was being called a lesbian whore. And this kid on my bus, used to trip me. He told me that I was a mistake. He said that I should go kill myself. That's when I started to cut again. But this time, on my thighs so no one saw them. I started to believe him. I thought it was true. I used to think that I was really was a mistake.

  But then I met this girl. Her name was Twyla. But she wanted to be called Blake. I thought she was amazing. At first. I dated her, for two weeks. But then I realized she was dating someone the whole time she was dating me... I felt crushed and angry. Crushed because I thought I found someone that cared. Angry because I had my first kiss with a whore. Yea, I know. I bit harsh. But it's true.

  So I went along with my life thinking I will never find someone that will love me. I felt so lonely... Then I got Facebook and started meeting new people. But I still felt lonely. I felt like I was annoying everyone. Then I met Sam. She was awesome. She still is. Just not has much has I thought when I first met her. We dated for a while. Then she broke up with me...

  I was thinking about committing sucide... I had a plan in my head and everything. I was going to jump in front of a truck after I got off the bus. I told a friend... Which was a stupid idea. Because then she told the school consoler, Ms. Gorden. Ms. Golden called my mom. My mom came and picked me up from school... I went home and she wouldn't stop hugging me... It hurt. I couldn't handle it. After she was finally done hugging me, I ran to my room and hid under my blankets...