Three weeks after fall break had passed and everything seemed to be going very well. It was a Saturday and Max, a friend I have know for a while, snapchated me. He said that he heard I was trying to kill myself, which wasn't true at all.
So that Monday I asked him who told you and he would not tell me. I was so frusturated. I wanted to slap Max so much. All he needed to do was tell me. So that Thursday a couple of my friends tell Mr. Smith what was going on.
That day Mr. Smith calls me down to his office and it was such a change. He actually cared that tim and was interested in helping me. He told me that he would look into it and that I had no need to worry as he would get it taken care of. That by itself was a huge sigh of relief.
We never did figure out who made the rumor up and told everyone but after about a week it all settled itself down.
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The Bullied
Non-FictionThis is a true story about me. This still goes on today. I have changed names for privacy. But other than that this is 100 percent authentic.
