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I am alone
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Ongoing, First published Apr 18, 2013
Hi I'm Brielle.
I moved to Orlando, Florida during the summer. I started South Wilkes High School and never could fit in. I had a few girls that were always on to me about my hair or my makeup. They would criticize everything I would do. Some guys would tease me, not because they liked me, but because they wanted to see me upset. I spent many days in the girls bathroom, crying. I would spend hours sitting in a stall. No one would notice me. No one would help me. No one would accept me. No one would be my friend.
I was alone.
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