THERE WAS THIS GIRL.
She was carefree and happy, she had the best friends ever and she thought nothing could ever go wrong. Well it did. People started calling her names. People she didn't even know started coming up to her telling her how worthless she was. She got called 'ugly', 'annoying', and so many other names everyday. And everyday after school that girl would finally let the tears fall down. She'd cry herself to sleep every night. Nobody cared for her, even some of her 'friends' were starting to call her names. Not one person ever asked if she was OK even though she'd changed from a happy girl who laughed all the time to a silent one who always had tears in her eyes. She thought she was just as ugly as they said she was, she thought she was worthless. She felt like no one was there for her. She dreaded going to school everyday. Although she still had some 'friends' she was just a tag-along now. You know that friend nobody actually likes? They didn't tell her to leave them alone, but she could tell they wanted her to. She wasn't pretty enough to be friends with them. The only person this girl could trust was herself and even then she wasn't so sure. She just tried to keep her head down, do her work and go home to sleep so she could get ready to survive another day of hateful comments and laughter pointing her way. She was miserable. She still is. How do I know all this you ask?

THAT GIRL IS ME.