When I was 7 years old i moved to a little hick town in the middle of nowhere, it was the beging of the 2nd semester, I was in second grade. The first few weeks weren't bad, I got a lot of attention, being the new kid and all. But the began to change very quickly. I got made of because how much I ate. They would call me names like, fat cow, halliburger, overweight. It was awful, as the years went on it got worse, the names got really harsh, I was excluted from every birthday party every sleepover, I had no friends, I was so alone. By the end of 5th grade, I found out that we where moving, my dad got a new job. So when I moved I went into middle school, the first few months where awesome then, 2nd semester came around, the guy I was dating broke up with me, it was my first break up. A few weeks later I decided to change my style, the first thing on my mind was is that I need to go out and completly change from this small town girl to this kinda rocker chick. After I did that I got bullied by my ex and his friends. It's so hard to realize that someone who cared about you, now is just hurting you so bad. Him and his friends never stoped. The school year ended and 7th grade began. I was really excited for 7th grade, and it was good up until 2nd semester.( I don't know why all the bad things happen during this time). Basically I was in a really good relationship with this guy, we had been dating for 2 and a half months. And we loved each other and I can still say to this day that I love him. But anyway, we stared to grow apart, we didn't have that "relationship high" anymore so we broke up, I was devistated. So i started hanging out with my friend Chris, and a week later he asked me out, I said yes. I told my self that this is good for you, to get over him. At the time I didn't realize the kind of things this boy I was dating did. He parties, he drinks, he smokes. He did everything I promised myself I wouldn't do, but i told myself who cares, date the bad boy you always wanted to, so I did. One day after school, I was saying goodbye to him and we where kissing behind the school, and these to guys walked by right after he left and started calling me a slut and a whore. I didn't know why, I didn't know either of them. This continued on for a few weeks. I just ignored it, but after a while you stop ignoring it at start believing it. And I started to believe it. About a month in Chris broke up with me. I was heart broken, and I didn't know who i was anymore, before I knew it my feelings started to take over me, and the bullying got to me, I started cutting to take away the pain cause it was to much to handle. I only had one friend I told only her about it and she told the entire school. Eventually the news of my cutting got around to the school consular, she called my dad and told him, he was furious. He started to somewhat yell at me witch made me want to cut even more. The next few months where living Hell, I didn't have any friends, I was still getting bullied. There where days where I wanted to end it all, because obviously nobody cared about me. I hadn't been to church in 6 months, I had no faith in God at all. I got into fights with everyone both physical and verbally. And then finally summer came and we moved again and I started going back to church I made some awesome friends. I have been bullied since this summer up until late November, but I'm happy now because I'm not bullied anymore😊