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Alright, so I didn't exactly explain fully what got me here, to what I call "Golden Hell" or as my mom calls it "A trip to Europe" i.e. that's what she tells the neighbors and family because it'd be too much for them to handle, but for now we will call it Ridge.

Everything went bad in sixth grade when my closest friend died in a car crash. Everyone was heart broken, especially me, so heart broken my mom moved us to Seattle. I couldn't stand being there anymore in that same small town with all those people looking at me as if I was about to explode in tears.

Seattle seemed like an amazing idea until the bullying started at my new school. After, it began there was no one to stop it and it just went on until my mom sent me away to Ridge.

I would like to show and tell you some examples of what my daily life was and to better explain my own personal hell.

Lets start with this: "Damn, you got an A+ on the test? Surprising seeing you're literally the biggest idiot I've ever seen!"

That was what I got on the Friday before everything happened. I had just gotten my test back in Maths and was grinning because I was starting to pass.

I barely had a moment to be proud of myself before the usual bullying started.

The thing about me is, most of the bullying I have gone through was in real life, but, of course, it wasn't as brutal as the online bullying. Because, the cyber bullying was a mixture of complete strangers and people who knew me here.

In the real world.

I'm not real sure when the bullying started, it just did. It was like one day people decided that they hated me and they have stuck to it since.

Honestly, with the dedication and determination these people have put into making my life hell, they can easily get jobs someday.

They just need to put "Over a series of five years, I destroyed someone's self-esteem and made it so they have chronic depression." on their résumé and they are set for life.

Don't go thinking I haven't done everything in my power to get help or to stop them because I have. I did everything I could to stop them from telling me what they truly thought of me.

I told teachers, counselors, principals, and eventually my mom.

You see, my mom is what you call "Hard to talk to."

It's not like she doesn't, somewhat, care. She's just busy being a lawyer and she's still hurt about my dad. Don't worry about the dad subject because that's touchy and I will get to it some other time.

She's a very focused type of person, so she's been focused on her work since day one and that's left me to learn how to fix not only dinner, but my own problems. So, telling her I was being verbally and physically abused at school by my own classmates was, well, hard.

At first, she struggled to believe me because who could hate her perfect little daughter? Then, the next stage was complete and utter rage and that's what terrified me.

Mostly, because I was twelve and thought the entire thing was my fault. When she noticed me sitting there trying hard not to cry, she went into stage three.

Compassion is one of my moms biggest virtues, surprisingly. It's the biggest reason she's a lawyer and a damn good one, too. People can feel what she feels because she feels so much and that makes them want to believe this women who looks like all she wants is true justice for her client.

So, compassion was the longest stage of emotion that I got that night, until she decided to call my principal.

That is something that I'm not detailing because it was very short and had a lot of threats of suing. Plus, something about knowing what the principal and the librarian were doing behind his wife's back.

But, even with all of that it didn't stop if anything it got worse. Snitching is, apparently, something twelve to thirteen year olds take very serious.

Let's just say it took awhile for the bruises to fade from all the kicking those soccer players did.

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I feel like I didn't fully explain last time when I added the authors note to the last chapter, so I will explain it all now!!

I've written about five to six chapters by now and I am still writing, obviously, but every Friday or Saturday I will publish the prewritten chapter for you lovely Pears to read!

I decided this when I came up with/started writing this story bc I realized how bad I was on the whole write-a-chapter-a-week-every-week thing I'm not good at keeping up in updating every week. Idk I like to write stuff in one session so I don't have it constantly on my mind. That's why I think this will work and hopefully it will!

So, please don't judge me by my old updating bc I will be doing this for all my stories, so if you read any of my other ones an have been waiting for me to update... WORRY NO MORE BC I HAVE COME TO THE RESCUE!! If this plan works out I will be rich and famous mwuahahaha! jk I'm just a seventeen year old girl I can't be famous lol!

Ok, so ilysm my lil Pears!!! Also, if you could share this story with friends and don't worry about any real violent or upsetting chapters in the story bc the will be a trigger warning!

It will look like this "TRIGGER WARNING! DON'T READ UNLESS COMFORTABLE WITH SOMEWHAT VIOLET/ INAPPROPRIATE MOMENTS IN THE CHAPTER!!!"

Bc there will be moments like that sorry to say bc this story is based off my own experiences and a v close friend of mine who is perfectly ok with me detailing all of this.

ALRIGHT NO MORE UNCUTENESS LET'S BE CUTE AND PLEASE:

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