I guess you could say I am a very reliable person. All throughout middle school, people would tell me everything, and I would never tell their secret to a soul. People knew they could trust me, and that I wasn’t going to backstab them. I was a very easy person to get along with. I never started fights, never tattletale on anyone. I was known as that smart, shy, reliable girl who was easy going. Because of me being shy and very easy going, I never really knew how to defend myself. Middle school became really tough for me, especially 8th grade year. But going back to 6th grade, I had a ton of friends. There were no cliques, no gossip, nothing. The only problem was when I would be writing a story, and everybody would want to be in it. I joined choir and creative writing, and learned that I was pretty darn good at expressing myself through writing and singing. Flash forward to 7th grade. Here starts the formation of cliques. I lost about 6 girls I thought were my friends to the prep crowd. My classes were easy, but I wasn’t all the way paying attention, because I was missing my friends. My mom worked at my school as the librarian at the time. Having a very little amount of friends made it hard for me to even make it through the school day. I began to eat my lunch every day in the library instead of the cafeteria, because that’s how lonely I was. 8th grade comes around, and that was by far, the worst year of school in my entire life. The only two friends I really had were in a different class than me, and I never saw them except on the weekends. I was in math class one day, and I remember this one day I’ll call Baker, wrote a story about me. She read it to her friends, then came over to me and let me read it. In her story, I was a w**** who had 2 boyfriends. She wanted both of them so she killed me. I never told anyone about it because it’s just a story I guess. The next week, she brings in about 20 cupcakes. She had a list of people who could receive one, and who couldn’t. I was the only one in the entire class that didn’t get one. Even the teacher got one! I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this from Baker. It’s as if she made this her life’s mission to torture me. Skip to about 3 months later. It got to the point where nobody would even look at me in any of my classes. I would eat my lunch alone, and just wished I could move to another school. One day, I just got so tired of everything. So I wrote a letter to my parents saying: I love you, but everybody hates me. So I guess the world would be better off without me. Somebody saw what I was doing, and told on me. I was rushed to the hospital for plans of suicide. I went back to school the next day, and got my classes changed. It helped me somewhat. Through my 8th grade year, I also became anorexic, and lost a ton of weight hoping that would make me feel better about myself, but I was wrong. It actually lowered my self-esteem. I had to go through months of therapy, but I eventually gained the weight, and my self-esteem back. Right now, I’m a sophomore and I still get bullied in person and online. Yes it’s ridiculous, but people are going to do whatever they want to make themselves feel better. If it wasn’t for that one person who told on me, I don’t think I would be alive right now. Things were so tough for me, but I managed to get through it. Music and writing has a big part in my life. I just want to say thank you to that one person; you know who you are. Thank you for letting me get the opportunity to re-evaluate my life, and the bright future ahead of me before I ended it. Thank you.