I tried so hard to defend myself and my pride but by the end I began to believe them.

Last year I was in seventh grade and in the summer I was being called names by a group of boys. They began to call me slut and other names that are very similar. Slowly, the rumor of me being a slut began to spread. I was the school's biggest gossip piece, slowly girls began to call me names as well. It spread so quickly. That's when boys began to touch me. By my grade's lockers I had the lowest locker and I would need to bend down. This made the boys touch me and grab me. I tried so hard to defend myself and my pride but by the end I began to believe them. I remember thinking "Maybe they're right, maybe I am a slut and I haven't realized it." My mum ended up finding out and she told me that I can't let them beat me. I had to go up to my teachers and tell them what my grade had been saying about me. Soon the boys were getting in trouble and it spread like wildfire around my grade and that made my grade hate me even more for getting their friends in trouble. I was so miserable, I felt terrible. I hated my parents at the time for making me tell my teachers. I thought I could handle it, turns out I was making it worse. I let people walk all over me. Then I read your diary and I was so inspired. Reading it made me realize that I wasn't alone. I found it on Christmas eve, and I had finished it by Christmas morning. Honestly that was one of the best things I could get for Christmas. It made me realize that I'm not alone and there are others out there who have gone through what I have and recovered perfectly.