For all the seventeen years I've lived I've faced abuse at home and bullies at school. It was always people calling me a freak for the way my mind works. It got so bad it was like a movie-if I sat somewhere at lunch everyone at the table would leave. If I would try to talk to someone, they would turn to the next person and make a mockery of me. Rumors would be spread more than I would even talk to other kids. Then in 7th grade I moved schools and hoped for a change. But it didn't happen. Soon kids learned about my parents and what they did, and would bully me about what my parents would make me go through. Once I got to high school it went from freak to slut, even though I had never had a kiss let alone sex. When I would talk to people and think I was their friend, I'd would soon learn of their talking about my behind their back. Between the bullies at my house and the bullies at school, several times I've been minutes from suicide with no one to help. My eleventh grade year, Ms. Wilson, my Spanish teacher, started an anti-bullying club at our school. I jumped at the opportunity to join and help kids who were bullied too. Now here I am, about to be a senior in high school, always going to confide in teachers for help from everything. From office workers in elementary school to my middle school guidance counselor to my high school band director- they've taught me and helped me see the worth I have and that there is always someone that cares. In a few weeks I will be starting senior year; in one day I'll be starting band as the drum major. If I keep my head high and my heart blocked, there's hope those bullies surrounding my life will stay out of my mind-as I hope the suicidal thoughts will too.