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September 4th

11:43 AM

I had to hide from them. They kept calling me names, and I had to lock myself in the girl's bathroom to escape their taunting. 

Why do they love making fun of me? Why can't they just leave me alone? Why, why, why?

I went to my locker during the passing period. When I opened my locker, I found that there were Post-It notes inside, taking up every available inch of space. 

There were only two words that were written over and over again on the Post-Its. 

Slut. Bitch. 

I couldn't take them off fast enough. And right when I took the last note off my locker, I heard John coming up to me with a couple of his friends. I slammed my locker shut before they could get to me, but I still heard them calling me names. 

Why do I have to keep trying to fight them? 

-E

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