Hi my name is Hannah and in 4th grade I hang out with the wrong people. I felt like I always had to impress them for me to be their friend and hang out with them. I often felt left out. I got so tired of it but I felt like it was the only way for me to fit in. After a while they added another girl the the "group" and soon I guess you could say the kind of got rid of me. Now this all happened one day in the computer lab. We were working on a group project and they told me that they didn't want to work with me. They wanted to work with Someone else. I seriously thoght i was going to cry but i decided to hold it in. MISTAKE! Then I had to sit with this girl who I honestly didn't ever think I would like at all. So I was miserable for the rest of the day. I wandered around at the playground ALONE. I worked ALONE. I did almost everything ALONE. But then it became the next week. I say with the same girl. I got to know her very well and I now call her one of my 2 best friends. I love her to death and I wouldn't change 4th grade, not at all.

Because now I know who my true friends are!!

"Hi my name is Sara" stop. Right there is where it started. I have been bullied and picked on when I was in elementary school and now in middle school. Almost every day. Some one says something... But nobody will say anything to them to make them quit. I know I have at least 2 friends that I know I can trust. Not many people like me though. So one day when enough was enough I went home and lied in my bed with thoughts replaying over and over like "you'll never be good enough" "you are worthless" but I said some thing about a friend (it was really stupid of me) but I said it to what I thought was a friend but really she was just messing with my head to make me believe that I could trust her. Yea... I can't. So she went off and told the girl. She took it really personally and I felt so bad. Because all the girl that I told the secret to would just keep coming at me again and again. "I can't believe you were my friend" and so on. I couldn't take the pain inside me any more so I took it all out on my arms. Days later it still wouldn't stop. So I thought that I caused all of the drama at our school. So my exact thoughts where "we'll if I'm not here, every one would be happy." So I tried to kill my self. My friend knew that something was up so she went an told a trusted adult who ended up helping me ALOT!! I do sometimes think about cutting again because once you start you really can't stop. But now I realize that if I ended up actually killing my self then the world would be missing something great today. Because I know I help others through their problems. I don't judge them because "I know their name, not their story" but later on people hit me hard again and called me "emo" "attention seeker" but I don't care what they say and it really is and truly hard to say that with a smile on your face but I can because I got help and if you need help you should too.