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Chapter 2

It was three weeks into my 8th-grade year when my teacher got our attention and said, "Tomorrow a new student will be joining our class. They are coming all the way from Idaho. Ray, will you be their guide?"

"Yeah sure, I might make a new friend." A few kids in the class laughed but none, who had any idea of what I just said would even risk cracking a smile around Mr. Maxwell.

"I am serious Ray." The teacher said, getting noticeably angrier.

"Got it teach." I said kicking my feet up on the desk. The teacher's face turned red but he said nothing. He sighed. "Now continue what you were doing," he said.

Mr. Maxwell was probably my favorite teacher. He was super strict but we had a history so he won't get on to me as much as the other students. That wasn't the only reason I liked him, but nothing else comes to mind.

My life in Idaho was not glamorous but not half bad either. I mean I had friends and family everywhere. When I was told I was moving, I was destroyed. I didn’t want to leave and no one was gonna make me! Except for the strong adult who hauled me into the truck. Once we got there I made friends slowly but surely. 5th and 6th were pretty good. I liked ‘em, but 6th grade ended with as much drama as you can imagine. Broken relationships, promises, friendships, hearts, and everything else; my heart was one of the ones broken.  Because the world hates me, in 7th I get split up from every friend I have. The only people I have are the people I hate, and I mean HATE. So to recap, my life is horrible, my friends are nowhere to be seen, my life is nothing but drama, and I have severe depression. I ended up becoming friends with the people I hate, well “friends”, even though I didn't want to. I had no other choice. I started acting like them. The basic school stuff, not doing homework and just being plain rude to everyone who was not my "friend". I was forced to do things I didn't want to do and was even called a "bad girl". That stung because I’ve always been viewed as the good one or the one who always gets good grades. I was also called "gay", "bitch", "weirdo", and other nicknames that were not very mean but still stung. I voiced openly that I was bisexual in 6th grade and I was teased, made fun of, and even bullied for it, so I stopped. I told people I was straight, that I switched back, that it was a phase, and never told anyone ever again. In fact, the only person I would talk to about it was my ex. He was the only one who ever listened or cared and our relationship was always changing. From hate to friend to best friend to boyfriend to a friend to best friend to hate to boyfriend, and back and forth for 6th and 7th. At the end of 7th grade, I decided that I hate him and that is that. My mom hated him as well and was convinced that she was why I broke up with him. He was devastated. I was too. My life was worthless, or so I thought...

(I'm sorry my writing is so horrible)