-5^th Grade

• I don’t remember how I started being bullied- all I remember was that I was called fat, ugly, a guy, and nicknamed “moley” for the mole I have on my face.

-6^th Grade

• Things start getting progressively worse, people would shove me into lockers and continue with calling me “moley.”
• No one stands up for me…teachers ignore the kids picking on me. I tell no one in my family of my issues at school.

-7^th Grade

• Things get even worse… I have a cell phone now, so I begin to receive anonymous phone calls- being called a loser, ugly, fat, and “moley” again.
• I tried standing up for myself a few times- I was just laughed at and made fun of more. Still, no one tries to stand up for me.

-8^th Grade

• The worst is here… I get a “formspring” and receive extrememly nasty comments about my looks, personality, weight, etc.
• I keep receiving blocked calls that make fun of me.
• In the lunchroom while the teachers shut off the lights (to try and get the kids to be quiet) people would throw things at me and call me names.
• I attempt to change my phone number…the kids find my number and begin “prank-calling” me daily again.
• I hear a guidance counselor making fun of what I said to her.
• I had fallouts with many of my friends…I had no one to talk to.
• My boyfriend broke up with me after dating for awhile. He also began calling me fat, ugly, pathetic, and even told me I should commit suicide a few times.
• I attempt to change my number- I am still getting the blocked calls.
• I am failing many classes in school.
• I skip school as often as I can.
• All I want to do is sleep and cry- I have no appetite and begin to lose desire to live.
• I start seeing a psychologist- I am diagnosed with severe depression and prescribed to an anti-depressant.
• The name calling still doesn’t stop.
• I turn to cutting myself as a way to express my emotions.
• The phone calls are getting worse- we get the police involved to track down

                  who is calling me and try to make them stop… it works for a little. I begin             receiving text messages of the same manner (name-calling). I change my phone    number again and block almost every kid in my middle school’s number

• My mom decides to send me to mercy… I hate it at first and scared that I won’t make any friends. I was wrong, of course. I have made friends here that will last a lifetime and beyond and have established relationships that have helped me get through the hurt of my middle school years