Epilogue... Hi my name is Ella. I'm 15, and I live in a small town, go to a small school, the usual... The only problem is I have a lot of problems. 1. My parents being divorced. I know everyone says "that's not you're problem.", or "you can't make them love each other." But, my mom is getting remarried and, she wants me and Dominic, my younger brother, to start calling him dad. But just 'cause they're married (almost) doesn't mean he's better than our dad. 2. I have an eating disorder. I'm anorexic, and it's because of problem #4. But, first lets say problem #3. 3. I cut. But just on my wrists. 4. I'm bullied... by my ex-best friend Matthew Espinosa. Yes, for all who are asking that Matthew Espinosa. Not just by him though, but by everyone at school. They call me "fat" "whore" "slut" "cunt" "skank" and even more.... no one knows about it though... People also beat me up... who you're asking.... that's right you guessed it... Matthew and his group of friends.. also, known as "MagCon".. oh and problem #5.... I wish I could just die sometimes..
Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different.
Other children didn't like hanging out with me. I was silently bullied, and even the teachers seemed to hate me.
And honestly? I was ugly.
I really was... different.
The way I talked, the way I walked-people even said my walk was horrifying (don't ask).
The way I did things, the things I found interesting... they all set me apart.
Then I entered high school.
Suddenly, I became popular. I was beautiful, with a figure people envied. I had tons of friends-three-quarters of whom I still don't know by name.
I had the perfect best friend. Teachers adored me.
I was even the school's valedictorian.
Sure, people still called me weird, but I ruled.
Until everything came crashing down... all in one day.
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The day I didn't talk to my best friend.
Just one day.
Only, I didn't know we wouldn't speak again for days, then months... then years.