In the seventh grade I was going through the "awkward years" so to speak. I was chubby, had braces, frizzy hair, and a bad home life. I am the daughter of a broken home, my biological father was an abusive addict who sexually, physically, an mentally abused me. I was quiet and shy and very insecure. I might as well have had a target on my back! I tried to make friends and made friends with the wrong people. A boy named Jacob was the wrong friend. At first he was nice then he started to curse at me for no reason, he would put me down and threaten me. Later that year he started threatening to have me jumped and beaten by other people and I believed him, but I didn't have anyone to turn to in my household. So I stayed quiet and began to hurt myself. I began to cut and starve myself in the middle of seventh grade, my mother did not know until my freshmen year of highschool. When my friend began to be threatened by the same person because she told him to leave me alone she told her parents and they told the school. The boy when confronted by the school said I hit him. This was true but in self defense, he had thrown me to the floor so I had gotten back onto my feet and punched him in the jaw the week before my arm was bruised and bleeding from the fall and even though boys and girls around me had seen him throw me...no one tried to help me...no one told him to leave me alone...they turned their backs and said nothing. After that is when he started to send me threats to have me beaten and killed on Facebook message. My mother reported the threats to the police but since he sent them from someone else's account they said they could do nothing. I had to switch schools and leave my friends and classes because I was made a victim and no one was willing to help because they did not want to be a snitch. Never let someone throw you around, if you are frightened you should not let that stop you from speaking up for yourself. Don't let other people suffer because you are afraid to speak up.