Dear Diary ...

Introduction

I am going back in 2016*, when I was suffering from depression and finally meeting new people and realizing that everything gets better. But first, let me meet myself with you. Who am I?

I am Anne*, I am 17* year old teenager and I have been through a lot. I moved here, in * from a small country, when I was six years old because my mum found her boyfriend from her teenage time. My parents are divorced and I was so little back then, I didn't care where I live, as long as I live with my mother.

But when I started going to school, every has changed. I met the real world. I was on my own, trying to figure out foreign language, my mother and I were crying and trying every single day to accomplish that task and I did it. I learned the language in 2 months and I was happy with that.

But my class friends weren't. Because this country is a bit old-fashioned, I had my clothes that were all new for them. I didn't look at them based on clothes or something, I am not materialistic person, but they did. They were extremely jealous because I was coming from a country that has all the famous stores and that shiz.

But I didn't care. I was just minding my own business. Until they started bullying me. I was bullied so much, my mother was pissed and she called the parents and their kids and made them talk to a school counselor.

I changed classes and I decided that I would go with my cousin. I thought "This might be better. Everyone will accept me because they know my cousin for 5 years." But nah. It was even worse. We just came in to puberty, social medias were a huge thing back then and everyone MUST HAVE HAD iPhones, including my cousin. But only people who had, as people say, exclusive things, were two girls named Hannah* and Leah*.

They were super-duper rich and popular, everyone needed to listen to them and they had a ton of slaves. But I was the only person that wasn't their slave and that's where the hell begins.

They were mad because I was my own boss and I was excellent student and every teacher loved me. But I never wished that. It's just my charm.

And they turned the whole class against me. All of my friends, my cousin. Only people who understood me were teachers and my mum. It was enough but I still didn't get it why do I have to be their slave.

Then came the prom. The situation calmed down and I started to have contact with everyone again, because they saw Hannah's and Leah's real face. There weren't enough boys in our class and some girls stood up without a prom date. And I was one of them.

I admit. I wasn't the prettiest girl in the class, or one of them. I had glasses, pimples. For God's sake, I am in puberty. But some of the girls had more luck and were eventually prettier than me. But I wasn't interested in having a boyfriend or be in love back then, I just wanted good grades.

When we finished 8th grade, I saw the world. I saw the people around. Older people. Lots of hot boys. I was so happy then, but I had no idea what was coming. And now is the time that I tell you my new and fresh story.

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*Names, ages and countries aren't correct information because of the privacy.