Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

      Prologue

  When I was in fourth grade, I was bullied. It wasn't just getting called names, or pushed around. I was ten years old, being slut shamed. I was and still am a virgin. The girl who was doing this to me, was an old family friend. Well to me. She was related to my cousins, not to me. So I've known her for a long time.
   We used to be best friends. I would do anything for her, and she would do anything for me. Her name was Arianna Sandoval. She was the prettiest and skinniest girl. She always got the attention. Me, I was a blob. Everyone loved her, wanted to be her. Even me...for a while. 
  Ever since I was little, I was always more developed than all the other girls in my grade. The bust, the but, etc. I was always made fun of for it. I know everyone thinks, "Why would you be embarrassed of having really good curves?". But the thing is, it's not that I was embarrassed for having them. I was embarrassed for being the only one like that. You would think that got me attention, but no, no it didn't. I was never really attractive. 
   I was always an A and B student. I ways did good in school. But then came fourth grade. At first I never did my homework. And it's not only that I didn't want to, but I literally couldn't do it. Which was never normal for me. My teacher, Mrs. Fitch (You can imagine what I called her at home) never really "helped" me. And when I would ask for help, she would get mad at me for not paying attention. She didn't really "teach" the subjects. 
    Long story short, I was being failed on purpose and slut shamed by Arianna and I attempted suicide multiple times. My mom had finally had enough so she switched me classes. That didn't work out either. Then, she pulled me out of school. I never finished fourth grade. 
  Next thing you know, I was getting transfered to Bluewater Elementary. I did not want to go at all. But, I had to. I had no choice. I had made some friends. One of their names were Nevaeh Shult. I was usually by myself. I would sit by myself at recess on a broken concrete table. Then all of a sudden, I here a voice so familiar. I turned to look at who it was. It was Nevaeh's cousin, Hunter Shult. I had thought he was really cute. But I never said anything. I was in fifth grade, and he was in sixth. 
   "I saw you putting makeup on." He laughed. I smiled and replied, "Just lip gloss. Not a big deal." And laughed a little at myself. I think that was when I started devolping feelings for him. Now keep in mind, I had just turned 11. So I was young. He went back to playing basketball with one of his friends. And well, that is where this story begins.