Everyday, I sit with the same people at lunch. Everyday since the beginning of the school year. You’d think they’d be “used to me.” They all hate me. Every single one of those freaks. When it was Christmas, I gave them gifts. When they needed help on schoolwork, I explained to them the concept and helped them understand. I gave them someone to talk to, partner up with, and how did they treat me back? They asked me how I could live with myself everyday. They expressed to me how much they all think I am very “b****y” person. I, most certainly, am not. They call me annoying. They hit, slap, kick, and jump me. They think it is weird that I smile. They think I smile all the time. They believe they can spread rumors about me all they want. They throw things at me. Any thing that they have on hand will be chucked at me. They all laugh at me. She tells me to “just go away.” She asks me to name all my friends, but I refuse to. She just laughs and says that I probably don’t have any. I deny it immeadiatly. Well, Jesse, your right. I have no other friends, and I have no where else to go. She doesn’t care that I cry after every single lunch. They probably didn’t believe it when they heard that I did. I do have feelings, Jesse, Emely, Adriana, Katerina, Bernedette, and Natasha. I do have a heart. It’s sad knowing that they know all of this and how I feel, but they continue this taunting. What they don’t know is that because of them and other things, I have stated cutting myself and have intensely and frequently thought about suicide. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!

The saddest thing is that everyday, I continue to sit with them and I don’t stand up for myself.