when I was little my parents go divorced and my dad moved to Alabama while my mom stayed in California. I didnt have a lot of friends when i away little i but I traveled back and forth between California and Alabama often. the summer before 3rd grade i spent my whole summer in Alabama and i picked i up on the accent. i finally moved back to California full time when I was in third grade. at school i was different. I had an accent and i was overweight. I didnt fit in with the people in this area. I was called fat and ugly and in fourth grade people started calling me a redneck and it was just a lot to take in. I wasnt that oldSo and I was sensitive. I didnt have any friends. one of the nights i was on my sisters computer and she was logged onto tumblr. one of the people she was following posted something about cutting. I asked her what it was and she explained to me that when people are "really sad" from bullying they do that and so the next day i can me home and I was home alone. i had been really sad from the people at school and i found a pair of scissors. I was so upset i cut myself. I was only ten. In fifth grade it got even worse. Hanover wore a short sleeve shirt and became anorexic and bulimic. Even though i was getting skinny people still didnt like me. I did gain 3 friends but that was it. In 6th grade more people were nice and i actually stopped cutting starting in the middle of that year. i wouldn't skip school anymore it got better and people made me happy. I was actually named the most popular girl at my school. It was a dream come true until i got to seventh grade. People were mean to me again and I got back into cutting. I tried to commit suicide twice. and then a councilor found out. she found out what people were doing to me and what i was doing to myself. Everyone would push me down in the halls. They would swipe my books and papers off my desk and tell me to pick them up. The guy i liked even pushed me into other girls who would shove me into lockers because they thought i was lesbian. My own cousin even pushed me and my books down. After the councilor found out what had been going on, she told my mom who told my dad
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