The Beginning: 6th Grade

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He is mean to me every day. 6th grade was hard when some jerk spread rumors about you that weren't true. He'd never talk to me. All I wanted was to be friends with him, but he didn't want to be friends with me. I kept feeling like he was slowly ripping my heart apart. I tried to be nice but he ignored me. He kept telling people things and people would ask me if it was true, people teased me for liking but I didn't. People annoyed him by otp and shipping us together. Then he tells the freaking principal. It was the worst year ever.

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