My story may not be long chronologically, but it was a very slow time in my perspective. So bare with me.

It started near the end of fifth. I am not your typical guy, oh no. I hung out with ALL girls, with the exception of two or three guys. The rest of the guys hated me. I was so different that they didn't like me and it hurt. A lot. Which is why I ended up hanging out with girls.

The only names I got called were fat, ugly, stupid, dumb, and all of the natural elementary bad words. Nonetheless, it still hurt like crap. What didn't help was that my "friends" that were girls were teasingly mean. At the time I didn't treat that as the normal, which it turns out, it was. Instead, I would go home crying and not talking to anyone.

When the school year ended I was both happy and nervous. Happy because no more school, but nervous because next year I started sixth grade. But I survived the anxiousness through the summer.

School started and everyone looked scary except for a few people. I was afraid of them all and the pain they might bring me. Of course, none of that would ever happen on the first day of school, right?

Wrong.

So very wrong.

Lunch came around and there are eight circular tables to sit at that held multiple seats. I sat at a table and just started to eat my lunch. When I finished I realized that half of the time had went by and not a single soul had sat at the table. Depression overwhelmed me, especially when I noticed people staring at me and whispering to their friends.

After lunch we continued math class and that is when the name calling started. Being So young, naive, innocent and a goody goody I knew only the elementary bad names. I learned words like f***ot, g*y, and sh*t. I then learned another word, ret**ded, because I didn't know any of the previous words. I felt stupid and alone. No one stuck up for me. I was just...alone.

I sat by myself for two weeks straight, and I considered it lucky if I was only called names. I a few times would get punched in the stomach and kicked in the sorest spot a guy can imagine. I endured it and was full of pain and depression.

The first day of the third week I sat alone at my usual table. But today was different because a teacher came up and sat next to me. She asked "Why are you sitting all alone?"

I right away felt tears in my eyes but tried to hide them. "Because no one wants to sit with me." I knew she heard my voice crack but it was embarrassing enough.

"Why would no one want to sit with you?" I started sobbing and looked at her. "I-I don't know. Because I-I'm different. They said I....I was g*y and I don't know what that means." that teacher was a hugger and so was I, so I hugged her. When she backed up, she said "Who called you these names?"

I was stupid enough to not tell her. I have a guilty pain in my stomach when someone gets in trouble, especially when it is my fault. I went with the excuse that I didn't know their names and she just nodded her head. She left and that was right when lunch ended.

In line a person flipped me off and at the time I just thought that meant they hated God, so I just gave them a look.

Once everyone was seated in class, the same teacher that sat with me at the lunch table told everyone to be quiet. I don't remember her EXACT words because this was two years ago, but she told everyone that bullying is bad and that leaving someone by themselves at a table was awful. Once she said that everyone turned and faced me.

Not only was that embarrassing, but I already knew that worse things would come.

People didn't bully me at first, which was so weird. I made friends and even made a best friend. And then there was Girl.

Girl was pretty, tough, and hated most boys. But she liked me, and I liked her too. SO I made this cute little note and asked her out. It was all like Will you go out with me? A) Yes B) Obviously C) Why not? D) YYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!!! FOREVER! E) MAybe G) Never. She chose D and that made me very happy. I forgot about all the bullying and was happy with her. She was rough and tough to anyone who was mean to me, but was sweet and caring to me.

Then Girl2 came and ruined everything.

She wouldn't stop flirting with me in class and I ignored it, but because of no talking during class, I never got the chance to tell her I had a girlfriend.

One day, it went too far. She gave me a sticky note asking if I had a girlfriend. I was about to write yes but then lunch started and we had to line up. I was quiet the whole way there nervous how not to be mean.

I did what I usually did, sat at a table and waited for Girl1, but Girl2 sat in my girlfriends seat. She got all flirty and was like "I bet you're wondering why I asked you that question." Literally Right before I could respond Girl1 sorta slammed her tray next to me and sat down, a forced smile on her face. "Hey Victim (My name), who is she?" She gave me this look like 'if I didn't tell her she would find out sooner or later.' Girl2 said "Oh, I am just is cute flirting buddy." she says and I immediately freak out. My gf gets vulnerable and looks at me, and says "I-Is that true?" Her eyes water up and I try to explain but Girl2 keeps on talking.

"Yep, and one time I put my hand on his knee." she smirks and then my gf becomes my ex-gf. She starts bawling and says that we are done and leaves to another table. That was Girl2 gets her turn to be angry. She goes off on me for not telling her in advance and leaves the table.

The rest of the day was HE double hockey sticks, but the end of the day was the worst. Girl1's best friend spread rumors that I was a cheater. She even called me my least favorite, most hurtful name; A Player.

I cried and cried when I got home, and I felt like my life was ruined. Completely demolished. I felt dead and dread. I felt like my life had no purpose.

When the year ended I was happy because there was too much bullying going for me to handle. But when seventh grade started..... Lets just say I learned even more new words.

I got called (Recap of all the words) b***h, a**, retarded, sl*t (I don't even know for that one), g*y, and a fa**ot. It hurt so much and my heart was shattered. I hated life.

At first it was alright. I made a ton of friends, and made a hugest BFF in the world. But for the first part I put up a facade.

Facade - An outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.

Basically, I was putting up a wall; a fake person to cover up myself. I of course made the stupid decision to take down my facade and let myself show.

I had never been called so many names in my entire life. It was awful. I even got two different sticky notes on my specific locker twice that said "Go f*cking die you B***h! Better to kill yourself!" I wanted to so bad but my best friend stopped me.

I did, regrettably, cut myself five times and each time had a different meaning. Everyone found out and all of the bullying vanished. Poof. Gone with the wind. I decided it was a good thing for the most part, but there was still tons of gossip going around about me but my best friend kept me strong.

My best friend made life so much better because she stuck up for me. She was/is so nice and caring and just awesome all around. She saved my life. She listened to all of my problems and helped find solution. She stayed with me threw it all. She is the reason I am telling this tale right now.

I do have a point to the story, and it's the paragraph above. FInd those good people, on second thought, those INCREDIBLE people that will be your friend forever. Be your friend until the end. FInd those people, just like I did. It might save your life one day.