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Jayde (Jay) @F_ckingDeathB_tch

My name's Jayde, I am a 19 year old girl that just loves to read and listen to music. At the moment my favorite band has got to be EVERYTHING, and I just listen to them all the time. I have been on this website for the last two years and still am loving it. There's very few stories that I actually read, but if I read yours, its really good.

Okay soooo starting with around fifth grade. I was forced into going to a different school, at first I was okay with it because I was never really friends with anybody at that school. But as the year wore on, I knew I wouldn't really be friends with anybody because I was an outcast. Nobody really paid any attention to me, so I was thrown around from friend group to friend group. But at the start of sixth grade, this group of girls decided that I was worth being friends with. And till this day, we are still friends.

Sixth grade and on, I knew I was different, I knew it, but I still didn't get why people could be so cruel.

I was bullied. A LOT. There wasn't a day that would go by that I wasn't harassed in some shape or form. I had gotten more friends, but those friends turned out to be fake. In eighth grade, I took up writing. I started to write my first story, and till this day, I think it was pretty good for a first timer. I was influenced by my eighth grade teacher, let's say her name is, Mrs. Woods. Mrs. Woods was there for a lot of the harassment, though I don't think she knew how to handle it.

Mrs. Woods helped me realize that I loved poetry, and was pretty damn good at it. Poetry helped me get through High School with a hell of a lot less scars than it would've without it.

In High School, once again I was outcasted for how I looked. Though I looked normal like anybody else, I was bigger than most other people. I don't know why I was the center of everybody's teasing, but I was. That's what made me think cutting was a better way of getting things out than talking about it. I felt all alone in High School, it was the worst and the best years of my life.

Around Junior year, I was transferred to another school. Let's call this school, Justice High. In Justice High, you were never outcasted by how you looked or acted. You were accepted no matter what. I mean there are some crazy people there, and I just added on to the mix. From day one, I knew that I had found my home.

Than Junior year until my Senior year, I was happy. I mean, I still had my days where I felt like I didn't belong. That I should just stop trying and give up. I had never stopped cutting, I kept at it and became pretty damn good at hiding it. But there were few people that could tell when I did and they had tried to stop me, though failing at that.

I had met Bri and K there, my Senior year. I was attached to them within the first month of meeting. I try and not to get too attached because I don't want to get hurt, but with them, I didn't care. I love them to pieces, they are my best friends and I wouldn't change that for the world.