I went to a private school full of students who seemed to believe I wasn't meant to walk the same halls as they were. Once the boys locked me in a small broom closet, and no one came to help until the teacher noticed I was missing. Mostly it was vicious rumors that people spread. I tried to shoot myself once, I slept with every boy, and I worshiped Satan. These were all the things that became who I was to those people, these vicious rumors became my life. People would play tricks on me- pretend to like me and then leave me ashamed in the middle of the hall after telling me how outrageous it would be to like someone as ugly or as hideous. Once my "best friend" paid a guy to molest me in a movie theater, and then she told me nothing was wrong with that. I became depressed, anxious, and frustrated. I took it out in ways I shouldn't have- drugs, alcohol, suicide attempts. Then one day it hit me: I AM NOT THIS PERSON. I have NEVER been that girl- EVER. All of this was just a figment of everyone else's rumors, and I was the only one who had the real power over who I was. I changed my outlook, I moved, and I swore to protect.