Dear family, friends and loved ones.

How it all began.

Most of don't what I've been going though because I've hidden it from most of you, but lately its gotten worse and I can't take it any more I just want it all to stop. I want all of you to know what I've been going though.

It started about six years ago , I just moved to the city and was about to start junior high. I didn't have any friends yet. On the first day I went though half of my classes and tried talking to to new people, but because of my shyness most people shooed, ignored or walked away from me. Then lunch came and I had no where to sit; I knew no one; that's when it began. Some kids saw me just standing there looking around. They came up and asked me if I was looking for some one, shyly I mumbled "no".

They laughed and started to yell "look at this loser. she has no friends. What a piece of shit.".

I took my lunch and sat outside of the lunch room. lunch was almost over when a teacher saw. He asked; I explained; he told me I wasn't allowed to eat out here and sent me to lunch detention. He calmly told me until I make some friends I could eat in there. I found myself eating in there everyday for the first three weeks then the teacher kicked me out. I was stuck with no where to eat again; I walked into the lunch room and the same group of kids walked up me, but this time I wasn't as scared and told them to to be quiet. I looked around and sat at an empty table. people started to sit next to me and made fun me. After four week I begged the lunch detention teacher to let me eat in there again, but every time he said no. One time he even slammed the door in my face. Every day I was bullied at lunch, but once the semester chanced and I got some new classes I hoped I would make at least one friend. Unlike like I thought I meet a girl, Cassie, who seemed to be mad at everyone but me. Four days later we were the best of friends; she sat with me at lunch and told everyone else to "fuck off" .

The rest of the school year I was still being bullied by the kids, turned out I had them in every single one of my class but one. Just as school was becoming the hardest my parents started to fight and my sister, my best friend and my rock, left me. She was off to new York for collage, and I was stuck in a small old house that reeks of beer and smoke. My grades slipped because I had no place to work on home work in peace.  I started to stay after school to do my home work, but the kids would follow me. They would take my work and rip it, spit on it, or they would just take it and use it as their own. I started to bring Cassie with me, but she has a bladder the size of a pea, so when she would go to the bathroom, they would strike. I ended the school year with a G.P.A of 2.0 and passed 7th grade. During the summer, I practicly lived at Cassies. I went home for four weeks thats summerand when i got home my parnets were split and my mom had a new boyfriend, Rick.