"Nicole was a living nightmare, as i got older, having no friends and being bullied began to affect me even more, my grades dropped, my self esteem fell, I became withdrawn, I felt that I could no longer keep my head up, I used to walk down the halls and all over the place afraid that if I looked at someone they would taunt me. I used to spend my recesses and lunch in the bathroom I did not want to be seen alone. Yet even there Nicole would find me and give me a swirly or throw me at one of the open stall doors. When she left I would sit down in the corner and weep, afraid to talk to anyone, or do anything other than sit and stare down at the floor. I was friendless and thought there must be something wrong with me because every school I went to I had the same problem. By the time I was 13 I had already gone into a phase of depression. I had began to become suicidal, I felt that if I died I could go to heaven and live with god and be happy, with no more bullies (I was sure Nicole would rot in hell).  I kept imagining what my family would be like if I killed my self, how my mother would sob, and my father would pace around like a maniac, and how my little brother… No, I couldn't do it I couldn't ruin their lives because I hated mine.  But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I was feeling, I felt like no one would understand. I kept all my painful memories to myself, I felt like the world was against me. Now two years after I became friends with Annie, I attend a different school. I still have my old friends but I have made new ones too.  My self esteem hasn't risen much, but by enough to let me hold my head up and look ahead of me rather than at the floor (most of the time at least).  Now I watch my peers taunt others, and I try to help them so they will not go what I have gone through, no one deserves that."