Ever since I was little, I was always hated on. I didn't understand why it was like that but it happened and it still continues. I have been going to public from Preschool to the first half of ninth grade. My friends kept disappearing from me, because of one person who felt jealous of me. Nobody wanted to be seen with me, because of what they were told. My grades in school started to drop because I would miss school. People called me names and gave me dirty looks because of how i acted. It ruined my family life. It destroyed my self-esteem. When my great-grandpa died from cancer, I had probably at least 1 person there to comfort me. People call me crazy or mentally unstable that is because they don't know my story like how I actually lived it.