It all started in my 4th peirod lunch, in 6th grade. One of my friends got up to go to the bathroom, she’s the girl that hates school lunches so she packs her own. I thought it would be funny to take her lunch and hide it under my shirt. When she gets back, she obviously knew I had it. I mean I had a square stomache, but I played it off as if I was pregnant. It was all fun and games until about 3 day later, when one of my guy friends walks up to me and asks if I’m really pregnant. I was confused on why he would think that, but I told him that I wasn’t. About a week later the whole school was buzzing about it, even the teachers were talking about it. That lasted for about a month and half before I got really sick. So sick that I ended up on life support, and my parents were about to pull the plug. But the mercy of God let me live. When I fully recovered and went back to school, there was new rumor. I aborted the baby. I wasn’t even pregnant in the first place, so how on earth can I abort a baby that never even there in the first place. And I would never do that. I was called so many names...Baby killer, Slut, Whore, Bitch, Skank, etc. I had guys walk up to me and ask me if they could have sex with me just so they can kill their baby next. I then had 3 guys attempt to rape me in the janitors closet. All a week a part from each other. And my locker just happened to be right next to the janitors closet, lucky me. My 6th grade year was the worst year of my entire life. I attempted to kill myself 3 times. And nobody even cared

The bullying needs to stop. What good comes out of it? You end up feeling like shit because you caused them to end their amazing life. God gave them that life. And you pushed them to them over the edge. And to those who are being bullied, you can choose not to let what the say effect what you think about yourself. You should love yourself, and never stop loving yourself! Yes, you have flaws. Yes, you make mistakes, but you don’t have to let that change your life. Instead make it your story...