I was just like all of them. I went to the same school, had the same set of teachers, did the same homework assignment. But to them I was different. I didn't dress like them, I had a different taste of music, I had different interests than them. I was their target. People would sit next me in class and would be so mean to me, make fun of me cause I was a virgin or I didn't drink like them. This wasn't fair to me. I was called a lesbian just for being extremely close to one of my friends. I was shoved into lockers. I suffered through verbal and emotional abuse as well as some physical abuse. They will never know that the little words and phrases they spoke to me hurt the most. They will never know that because of their actions I contemplated my life and if it was worth it. But I'm stronger now. I've surrounded myself with people who care for me, people who see me for who I am and not what I wear or for what my actions are. Stand up for yourself, because in the end, you are different. And that is good.