*Flashback* I'm walking down the hallway by myself holding my lunch tray in my hands finding my way to the girls' bathroom. Being bumped and shoved into people and lockers everyday is a thing I'm used to now. I eat in the bathrooms, sitting in the toilet eating my sandwich away. No one knows I eat in here so every time a group of gossip girls come in, I hear them talk about me and it breaks me each time. How can I live like this? Why does life hate me so much? I just wish I was a new person. Someone who can actually have a friend. My name is Victoria and I am currently a senior in High School. I've been bullied every year at every school I transferred to and it's not easy. I've been pushed around, shoved in lockers and the janitor's room, kicked around, and was judged by everyone. I didn't know what I did. I never bothered anyone so why choose me? In my first year, I was used to it like so what? But as I grew older, I became more insecure about myself. I was judged for my weight which now I am 80 pounds, judged for my looks, and judged that I cut myself. Yes, I cut. I have many scars on my arm my stomach, and even on my thighs. I considered suicide before but I was just too afraid. Being alone is something I'm used to now, but sometimes, it doesn't hurt to dream about having a friend.All Rights Reserved