It started in July, I was working my new job as of then. A group of girls that I knew came in and started taking pictures of me, throwing things at me, and laughing. I later got off my shift. I went to my truck and in red lip stick they wrote "slut" on my truck. They tweeted about how funny it was and how funny they were and how I deserved it. They didn't stop there, I asked them to stop they told me no, I deserved it. In august we went back to school. Every week it was something new. The first week it was them making a twitter page for people to talk about how much they don't like me. Then when I called them on it they told me, "it's not our fault the school hates you". The next week it was them telling people on twitter I was a "bitch" and the "devil". I took it to my school. The disciplinarian told me since I commented on a tweet calling them pathetic, it was a verbal fight. If I want them suspended I will be too. I walked away from that. The next week my house was paint balled and the one girl tweeted about how colorful her day had been. The next week my truck was egged. At school the next week CarMax was rubbed all over my truck by their new guy friend who then told me if I told he would "kick my ass". The next day they rubbed pizza all over my truck then threw it in my bed. That same night my truck was egged at home. All day everyday these kids call me names, shoved me into things, and laugh at my dispense. The next week I took my eleven year old sister to dinner, I got up to use the bathroom. I came out to this group of kids surrounding my sister, telling her I'm a whore, I have std's, and I shouldn't be alive. That next weekend the kids made "home made bombs" and threw them at my house. Then the girls started in on twitter calling me names. I went back to the school. My disciplinarian told me we will do a mediation everything will stop. So my parents, me, the main girl, and her mom sat down with the disciplinarian. We both got to talk, I explained my side. She said I was wrong none of that was happening anymore. I showed her mom the texts, the tweets, and the pictures. She told everyone it's not her fault I'm so hated but she will ask her friends to stop. Then a week later I'm being called names, pushed out of the halls, laughed at in the bathrooms, and being told I'm not worth anything I'm not good enough. Last week I walked out to my truck and there was a spit cup from chew on the floor by my tire and frozen chew all over my window. She was parked right next to me.  This weekend I was at the mall an this boy was calling me names, throwing things at me, and whispering die every time I walked by. My school doesn't care enough about my safety and I'm to scared to go to school..