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  • - Janayia

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    Hi, my name is Janayia and I want to share my sad experience. I started this school called —– School and over there you had to wear uniforms. When I went there, kindergarten was great along with first grade, but when second grade hit things started to change. I started to only have one friend, my best friend named —–. We met in kindergarten and afterwards we were inseparable. I loved her like a sister. Kids picked on me and hated me. I never knew why since everything was fine until second grade. I felt like I did something to cause it and didn’t know how exactly to end the pain that I went through. —– knew about it and stuck by my side and she was a true friend, but things got worse when a girl named —– came to the school. She was put in me and —–‘s class and I was the first person to be nice to her. I was her first friend and she repays me by stabbing me in the back. She only acted like my friend when no one else was around or if —– was around. However, other kids teased along side with her and I realized she wasn’t a true friend and stopped being her friend. I instead pretended to be her friend and she didn’t know. Once I got so mad I flipped a table and stormed out the classroom crying because I didn’t want to live like this anymore and sometimes I wanted to die. No one knew that though. I was forced out of the school because no one liked me and I ran away. Sometimes I wish I stayed and fought and showed them that they can’t win. I had to leave —– which was hard. On my way out of the school I bumped into —–(the girl I despised) and told her that I was leaving for good. She looked happy, so I told her that I didn’t understand since she didn’t have any friends yet. She was new and I was her only friend, yet she turned so cruel towards me. I walked away and so did she. That was the last time I saw her. I then went to a school near my house called —– and finished my third, fourth, and fifth grade there, as well as graduated and actually left my friends there, including the boy I was in love with. I was prepared for middle school and hoped that I could get into the popular crowd. I was also excited because I thought my other best friend was going to the same school I was going to, but that didn’t happen. She ended up going somewhere else and I lost complete touch with —– since I life. I missed her, but I had to continue living my life. At first, school was great because I was popular and everyone was my friend, including all my classmates. I actually loved middle school, but things changed once —– came into my life. We had class together and that was how we met, but she was kind of weird and we became best friends. However, ever since I started hanging out with her, my other friends started to leave. My friend —- came up to me at school one day and told me that my friend —– told her that she didn’t want to be friends with me anymore. I told her that I would take care of it, so I texted —– and asked if it was true, but then she started to curse me out and call me names through text and that hurt. I cried and asked her to stop, but she wouldn’t and I was very upset. The next day —– went with me to tell a teacher about the text that —– send me. I showed it to the principal, but she didn’t even get trouble for it. All that happened was that she got detention. After that we didn’t really talk. That same day, a girl came up to me, told me off, and said I should check my email when I got home. I checked and it was bad. Kids called me names and all the comments that they made about me were not true. I freaked out, but my boyfriend came and comforted me. I cried in his arms. The comments started to be an everyday thing and it got the point where I didn’t even want to show my face at school anymore. I was very depressed and I ate lunch alone everyday. A kid came up to me and said —– said that she didn’t like my anymore. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I confronted her about it and asked if it was true and she said yes. I ran to the bathroom, just cried, and at that moment I just wanted to die. When I got home, more comments were posted and they got worse. I thought it would never end, so I took a knife and started cutting. I couldn’t handle the pain. When I was at school, walking down the stairs, a girl pushed me down the stairs on purpose, laughed, and walked away. My cuts showed a little, so I had to hide them. I didn’t know what to do anymore and my friend —– came to my school and also turned on me, so we never talked again; not even at Girl Scouts. The same day that I was pushed down the stairs, no one was home. I went online and terribly false comments were made about me on my social media. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I emailed —– telling her about everything and that I was leaving permanently. I went and grabbed a whole lot of pills, went to the bathroom, and kept taking them until I passed out. I tried to kill myself and I was in a coma for three days, but I finally woke up. —– was the one who called the police. I cried and wished it worked and that I had died. My parents let me stay home after a couple of days and had my neighbor watch me so I wouldn’t try it again. When I went online, new comments were there and they were comments like “I wished she had died” or “go die you ugly fat pig” or “shoot yourself cause no one would cry or go to your funeral”. I cut myself more and it was too much for me to take. I was depressed, didn’t want to go out, and stayed in bed at all times. Sometimes I had to cry myself to sleep. I wondered why everybody hated me. Finally, I changed schools again in the eighth grade and was finally happy. I had friends and the online comments finally stopped. I actually won and if I had died, I would have never had that victory. Bullying can take someone’s life and it almost took mine, so don’t do it. My number is 917-500-6628. If you are going through rough times and are thinking about killing yourself due to bullying, call me. I can help you through it. Bullying affects people’s lives and we should all stick together in the end. Thank you for listening to my story.