The story begins when she was very young, very innocent, very liked. She lived close to her elementary school so many of the people at her school were also her neighbors. She had a lot of friends and she was very happy, her fashion style was 'the most colorful things she could find in her closet' she smiled a lot and love being the center of attention.
~A few years later~
Now she's in 3rd grade... there is this one bully at her school who has bullied her since kindergarten when she told the bully to be nice to other people. The bully hated the girl, the girl didn't want to hate the bully, she wanted to find a little bit of light in the bully somewhere. The girl never told any of the teachers what the bully did to her, no matter how bad it was because she was afraid that she would only make things worse. The bully's hate for the girl grew, the girls hate for herself grew. Whenever the girl tried to talk to her friends the bully would take the friend away or tell a lie that made the friend not like the girl. Every day at recess the girl would cry, and cry, and cry. She cried everyday on the green wooden benches, yet no one cared, everyone only looked past her as if she wasn't even there. But when the bully pulled a stunt like crying on the other bench she instantly had at least five people comforting her... she sure was a great actress.
This continued for many more months, the girl had no friend, she hated everything about herself, she was just and innocent child who had been attacked for standing up for other. She didn't she a reason anymore, the people who she once stood up for, the people who once adored her now hated her... they hated her almost as much as she hated herself. She was ready to leave it all behind, this poor innocent girl, still in third grade, hated her out guts to much that she wanted to leave. Sad was an understatement at this point, bullied was an understatement at this point, broken was an understatement at this point. Finally the day came, she had gone through enough, she couldn't take it anymore. She cried all night as she wrote a note to anyone who would read it, she wrote apologizes, she wrote goodbyes, but she didn't blame anyone, she didn't say it was anyone's fault, she simply said that it was because of everything she had gone through. She was scared- no she was petrified, was she really going to do this? She decided to wait until the next day. She went to school, she had a grand total of 3 real friends and that was on a good day. She went to her closest friend and grave her the note, she made her swear to keep it a secret and never tell anyone about it until tomorrow, the best friend agreed and read the note. At recess the girl sat on the bench... one... last... time, she didn't cry, after all this was the last time she would sit here, the last time she would see all these people, the last time she would feel the way she does the last everything. The bully ran up to her laughing, holding the girl's precious note... the girl had been betrayed by the person she trusted most. That night she was ready to leave, ready go never look back, ready to give up on the cold cruel world... but she couldn't, she was too much of a damn coward to do it... she would regret that later.
~A few years later~
Fifth grade and the same bully still hated her, the same people still made fun of her, the same her still hated life. She had a couple more friends now, but with friends came drama. The girl did her best to stay out of it but failed. The girl joined fifth grade band as a clarinet, she ended up forming a crush on a boy who played the flute. She was kind, cute, funny, and he didn't go to her school. One of her friends also played the clarinet and she hated the boy, she never had a reason, she just did. The boy was friends with the girl, one time he even braided her hair on the bus, the girl really liked him. The bully found out the girl liked the boy and made fun of her for it, even though the bully had never met the boy. The bully told her things like "he will never like you" and "you are so ugly" and other terrible things like the bully always told her. And she cried, and cried, and cried, she believed every word, every word planted itself into the poor girl's head. Fifth grade was coming to an end and the girl was ecstatic when she got into a charter school, she was so happy to leave everything that she had gone through behind, finally everything was better. Finally everything was going to be good...
