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Chapter 1: The Boy
This story starts four years ago when I first met him… the guy that would ruin my whole life but I still fell for and he fell for me and that is when my whole life went south. I was twelve years old and he was so sweet and cute but he was my Best friend and ONLY my best friend. Then years went on and so did we then we ended up in student council together when I was 12 (note he is also a year older than me) I was sitting in the student council room and the teacher who is calling the role says the name that gave me the biggest shock… “Isaac Chavarria?” I look next to me and see the oddly familiar boy say “Present.”
We would talk at every student council meeting like we haven’t seen each other for a year. My BFF Sami asked me one time in the meeting who I was talking to and I said his full name in front of him and a little laugh went around because her full name was Samantha Chavarria. In secret, I told her “Remember that guy I fell so hard for but we were just friends?” She responded with “So that is him?” And I answer that question with “Obviously.” So the three of us were a trio then a fourth friend named Alison met us in the Student Council from the Photography club.
We are 13 (and 14) and Isaac and Sami start becoming secretive from me and Alison so we conclude they were dating. That is after a day of me being made fun of in my class on Friday by Sky and Alexis (remember those names) and Student Council, Sami and Isaac were being secretive as usual. I was going to Sami’s for a sleepover and in the car, on the way, Sami told me the most jaw-dropping news at the time she leaned into my ear and whispered “Isaac wants you to be his girlfriend.” I drop my phone and exclaim “WHAT!!!” Her mom raised an eyebrow at me and I responded “My bad.” I and Sami continue whispering about Isaac the whole car ride and part of the sleepover.
This morning was my first anniversary with Isaac and I was elated I thought to myself, I have a Boyfriend. At first, when he acted like it was normal, he gets breakfast, Complements me, pokes Sami, shoves
Alison, but instead of sitting across from me. As usual, he and Sami switched seats and said “Are you happy we have been dating for a year?” I turn cherry red and respond “What person would I be if I wasn’t?” Sami and Alison giggle. I stare at them. Isaac grabs my hand and squeezes it where I stop staring at them and link eyes with him. For a second it feels like we are the only ones in the world. In that second everything is perfect. I have my two amazing BFFs and the most handsome, sweet, smart, loving, and thoughtful boyfriend that had ever lived. Then reality sets in and we all have to go to our separate classes where I get bullied and hated and mentally damaged and tell no one about this because I am scared but that is for another chapter.
This year is the dramatic year. I am 13 and the four friends separate. Isaac moves to Pasadena, Alison has an opposite schedule from me and Sami, then my schedule changes, and I make friends with three girls… Sky Ramirez, Alexis Casto( yes those two again ), and Cyriana Vialo. Sky shockingly becomes my best friend and after a while of Isaac not answering she convinces me along with everyone in our classes that he is cheating and I should break up with so I do and as usual, he doesn't answer. To this day he answered me twice but never responded to what I was saying. My friends are supporting me and trying to find me a better him, you want to know two things. One, I am okay with them trying to find me a better him. Two, My life is so much better without him.
Chapter 2: Bullied
I was in my new classroom. The classroom that would ruin my whole school year, the classroom that would make me feel awful about myself, the classroom I never want to see again. In that classroom I thought would be the best years of my life. I was the top dog I thought, what could go wrong I thought. Then everything did. The teacher seemed so nice but then she showed that she had favorites: An Loung, Delany, Alexis Casto, and Xuan Le. She also had her least favorites: Me, Sky Ramirez, Mia Nyghen, Marley Beligan. If it wasn’t enough that whatever I did I was a disappointment in Ms. Reynolds's eyes. I also got heavily bullied. I never did anything right in my classmate's eyes either. I had one friend: Valerie Vall. She was so nice to me but we made a pact. I didn’t want her to be bullied just like me. I did still have Sami, Isaac, and Alison. For now at least. I wouldn’t tell my parents about this for a year because I thought I was just making it up. Whenever someone would ask “well what did they say to you” that's why I never can really tell people because it's hard to pinpoint it except this one line that just pissed me off. “We aren’t bullying you, you're just being sensitive.” I also remember them saying this too. “We just don’t like you because you’re too bossy.” I can’t change how this story came to be but I can always choose how it ends. This isn’t for you to feel bad about yourself but so you can feel less alone. I was never really alone. I just felt like it. I got depressed. I could never tell anyone I was depressed because at this point I believed every word they said. So I decided I’m not depressed just being “emotional” I never wanted to say those words but It hurt. I hurt. I used to love school. Love my classmates, teachers, everyone. But that year, I built a wall. So I couldn’t hurt anyone like they hurt me but also so no one could hurt me again but that didn’t last long as a year later I got bullied again and I will talk about that after I tell about some other things that happened. I started distancing myself from everyone. I don’t want to be around anyone. My parents blame it on me being moody. My friends think I'm just tired. My sister is actually the one who figured out I was depressed a year later without telling her. I used to tell myself “Your emotional, Your bossy, Your dumb, Your ugly, You shouldn’t deserve to be happy,” The bullies told me all f them except one. I told myself, every day, that I don't deserve to be happy. I believed it. I was never suicidal but I wished I wasn't alive a lot. Too much. My head used to pound on the inside. I stopped having emotions. I stopped talking. I just stopped. The only thing I did was do work and other stuff I could do alone. Life has not been the same. I gained Anxiety, Depression, and the beginning of Trust Issues.
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