I grew up just like a normal girl (with a few minor exceptions)  When I was in second grade I started going to a private school and went there until 8th grade.  Everyone grew up together, community was a big thing in our school.  Always being nice, being together as 1.  As we got older though, we started breaking off into our own groups.  My best friend and I got branded as outcasts by the time that we were in seventh grade.  She liked to listen to heavy metal and wear black clothes, she was pretty much completely goth by the end of seventh grade.  I love her like a sister, even though she's one of the meanest people I've ever met.  I spent a lot of time with her through the years, and her style started to rub off on me.  Rock music, alternative pop, ripped skinny jeans, and doing my hair so that it covered most of my face became the normal thing for me.  I didn't think I looked that bad, I thought it was actually kinda cute.  But in a world of rich kids and Abercrombie it wasn't accepted.  I'm abnormally tall for my age and I had a different body shape than all the girls in my grade because I matured faster than they did.  I wasn't overweight, but in a world of needles, a girl with curves is essentially as rare as a unicorn and as different as a daisy in a field of roses.  The main girl that caused my problems was named Gabby, she was the principles daughter and the school princess.  The girls practically kissed the ground she walked and the boys would fawn over her, everyone loved her but nobody liked her.  She went out of her way to make me a social outcast.  She threw giant parties that I wasn't invited to, she told lies about me behind my back, and everyone always believed her so I had no idea how to disprove them.  Soon, all the boys got in on it.  I couldn't go a day without feeling less than nothing.  People in the grade even stopped calling me by my name, they reffered to me as some number, they dehumanized me.  It was terrible.  I got insanely depressed, and told my best friend that I was thinking about suicide, and I started cutting myself.  Of course, my guidance councilor found out which just made matters worse.  But it got me and my best friend a lot closer, which seemed to make matters worse.  People decided that we were lesbian, even though I am clearly not, and they thought I was dating a boy in our grade (which of course they made fun of me for)  Seventh grade was hell for me.  But that summer Gabby moved away, and people have started to be nicer to me, but Gabby's two best friends are in control now and of course the boys fawn over them.  But it's getting better and people are being nicer, its still terrible, but I'm finally beginning to love myself for who I am, but it's the hardest thing I've ever done.