Hi, I am Bethany Mota. I am 15 years old, and I live in California. I am in 9th grade. First year of Highschool has been hard. I am constantly being tormented by my so called "friends". They are making fun of my monkey appearance that they call hideous. They hit me and push me. They are making fun of my crushes. Just yesterday, they gave me a black eye that I covered up with my only escape, makeup. Without makeup I wouldn't be in this world right now. Makeup is my everything. Makeup is my savior. Enough about me, here's just an average day of my life.
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Why me?
General FictionBethany Mota was just an average 15 year old girl who was being put through hell. She was constantly being bullied by her "friends" and being teased by her ex-boyfriend. Can Bethany get through high school?
