In elementary school, from about third to fifth grade, popularity was everything. If you didn't own the latest pair of Uggs, wear Abercrombie and Fitch, or Hollister you weren't popular. Since I have other siblings, money was tight, and since most/all of the clothing and accessories that were considered acceptable were expensive, we could not afford them. Needless to say, I was ostracized for not being up to the latest trends. Thus, I was picked on and spoken about behind my back. In order to try and fit it, I was mean to my only two close friends, and looking back now I realize what an immature move that was. This led to me being lonely for about a year because I had pushed my only friends away in return for fake girls. That backfired completely. I started to experiment with makeup in order to try and fir it. I remember sitting at recess reading a book, because nobody wanted to play with me, and a girl came up to me and told me that even though I thought I was hot because I put on some eyeliner, I wasn't. Many other similar events happened. The biggest one though was a cyber bully attack through AIM and e-mail. I had just gotten an e-mail account, and a "popular girl" sent out a list of who was popular and who was not. Of course, I was at the bottom with what was left of my friends. We went to the school and they did almost nothing. At the time I was in fifth grade, and the only person to comfort me and support me in school was my teacher. I was extremely depressed at the time, and had thought about ending it all then. Luckily, I have a strong family behind me that supported me and helped me get through those tough times. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be sharing my story with you. It gets better, I swear.