I sighed. Mom called me and I had to go to school - the "light" or my life. Everyone turned on me last year, when someone who I thought I could trust spilled my only secret to everyone, then twisted a story into a complete lie. I'd rather not say her name It hurts too much... I'll call her Voldemort - She who shall not be named.

I watched my little sister run to her friends and tell everyone what she did over the weekend. Yesterday was mother's day so we went to the movies and had alot of fun, celebrating mom. My step dad was forced to work, so we made it a girls day - with my uncle working too for some extra money - and went to the mall. We had to rush home, since my uncle is talented and cut his hand at work (he's a cook) and needed stitches. My sister and I watched TV until they got back.

I fast-walked to my favorite teachers room. He refused to let anyone in his class but me. He has us call him X for some reason... but X is pretty awesome. He is the only person who knows about my bullying other than those who bully me or watch it happen. "Hey bug. How was your weekend?" I sighed. "Too normal. Mom still suspects nothing, but I have found that I don't need to fake a smile when I'm at home. I'm actually happy and don't worry about anything, but the second I think about school I'm almost in tears..."

"C'mere bug." I set my backpack down and walk into X's arms. "I know it's hard, but remember, stay strong. For your mom and sisters. For me. For you." I nod and sniff. "I'll stay strong for you, X. I promise."

I experienced physical, teasing, and name calling.

I was 11 when I started to be bullied.

An old friend Started bullying me... and everyone joined in.

I felt horrible when I was bullied. I felt like I was the only person who was going through it and that it was all my fault.

when I escaped being bullied I was so relieved but I didn't know how to make new friends and I became shy and akward and unsure.

I have told most people that I know that I was bullied

because they used to question why I would just not talk for days.

I was bullied for one of my ex friends making up a story and twisting my past and blowing it up in my face.

I am no longer bullied... but I am often really really depressed and I go to therapy every 2 weeks, but I still feel the same After 2 YEARS of being free from my bullies.