People would write notes to me telling me how much they hated me and wanted me to die.

I've been called a slut and a whore by practically everyone in my year just because some Regina George impersonator decided to spread some rumors about me. It all started because I gave my number to a really hot guy at the cinema. He said he thought I was hot and we texted back and forth for a while. One of my friends accidentally let it slip to this girl who hates me and she started a rumor that I was a giant whore even though I've never even been kissed. Eventually the guy stopped talking to me but the rumors still continued. People would write notes to me telling me how much they hated me and wanted me to die. It got so bad that one day while in class we were supposed to write notes to people in the class and tell them something good about them to help raise their self esteem. I got at least twenty notes which I assumed were harmless but they were anything but! The teacher had to read them aloud to the class and I could tell she felt bad about it. But nothing was done! I lost all my friends and no one bothered to talk to me. It wasn't until I finally found the courage to tell my guidance counselor about it that things started to change. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and for the first time in months I felt free. I'm still not Little Miss Popular, but now I have a few close friends that I can turn to if things start getting bad again. I'm glad I did something about it because frankly, I don't think I'd be alive right now if I hadn't. - Amy