I lived in fear from answering my phone, going online, anything that had to do with contacting people.

It started when I entered the sixth grade. Everything was fine until the midway through it. I was known as a whore and bitch because I thought my friend's (Ximena, I didn't realize she wasn't my friend, she and her group only talked to me because they felt sorry for me) boyfriend was cute. The bullying happened everyday in every class, passing period, before school and sometimes after school. It didn't help that all 6 classes I had with the same group of people. The main girls who bullied me all told me that no one likes me, I'm too weird, I should leave because no one would care if I was gone. I tried so hard to fit in, I abandoned my best friend just because I didn't like being the loser and weirdo everyone said I was. That was when I thought things were going to turn around. I was wrong. After I got a boyfriend, Francisco, we dated for a while but he got really close to Ximena, and I thought he liked her more than me. I remember one day before P.E she came up to me saying, "Don't think that just because you're his girlfriend you'll be around all the time. You won't." It soon came between us and broke us up. He left me for Ximena and I thought I was heart broken (I was in the sixth grade - I was 'heartbroken'). I didn't understand why I wasn't good enough, why I felt worthless, ugly, weird, I didn't understand why I felt like I didn't belong... anywhere. I was alone and skipped around from group to group. I didn't really think I had friends. The mean girls never left me, mostly because I had class with them. I thought it would be easy to just get my classes changed. You would think that would be easy, right? No. I wasn't aloud to change my classes. I turned to emotionally bullying myself and almost cutting. I felt myself wanting to cut so bad because I had abandoned my best friend to fit in with the popular group. I came to my senses and went to her, luckily for me she welcomed me with open arms. Although our friendship didn't last like I thought it would. We drifted apart and I made a new friend, Sabrina (she and I still talk to this day). Things were looking up and I had a pretty good 4 years, until summer of 2013.  All sophomore year, I dated a good guy named Isaiah. I thought he was best thing that ever happened to me. The problem with our relationship was we fought all time. The way we made up is I'd feel bad because I "loved" him. I made a bad decision and sent him inappropriate pictures of me while we were together. When school ended, we tried to stay together and it didn't last very long. He met a friend of mine Sadie. They became close and he soon cheated on me with her. I felt once again worthless, stupid and at one point I felt like I deserved it. Junior year came around. I meet Sean, in my third period Algebra II class. We started talking because I needed help with homework (so cliche). We talked over a messaging app KIK. I wouldn't say he and I were friends. Anyway, he and I talked for a short amount of time and in that time I let him talk me into having sex with him. I lost my virginity to a guy I barely knew. It happened one time and I thought that was end of it that situation. November of 2013, I got messages from two different numbers asking me if I had sex with Sean or if I had a STD. I accused Sean of telling someone what we did but I didn't find out until a day or two later that it was my ex-boyfriend Isaiah who gave my number out and KIK username out. To this day I don't know why. I don't know how he found out about that night with Sean, but I didn't care. It was so bad, the principal got involved and the police did, too. After I finally told an adult, the bullying stopped. Though it didn't stop me from feeling like a slut. I lived in fear from answering my phone, going online, anything that had to do with contacting people. I decided I wasn't going to live that way. I wasn't going to let someone run my life. I wasn't going to let someone control me. I am my own person. We made our decisions, good and bad. I made two decisions in my life I wish I could take back. 1. Sending inappropriate photographs to a boy. 2. Sleeping with my ex-boyfriend's friend, because I was hurt that he left me for my friend. Now I'm an incoming senior, I have two best friends and my cousin Diana has become practically my sister. She had been there for me since forever. They have brought out the best in me and I couldn't be happier. I learned that there's always gonna be people to try to bring you down but remember that you'll have people in your life that want to see you happy. So, I'm Jazmin. I'm not a slut, I'm a person that made life choices. This is my story. - Jazmin