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This is a story about a girl and what trouble she goes through. It is a very touching, sad, story. You should be over 11 to read this. If you are very mature at 10 then, yes you can read this.

Submitted: April 19, 2014

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Submitted: April 19, 2014





Today I have to go to school, another day of being put down, and hurt by others. I sucked in my belly and took a deep breath before walking into the hallways of school. I walked with my head down.

“Haha! Here comes alone girl!” laughed a group of girls.

“Where did you come from? The garbage?” giggled the other girls.

I didn’t reply. I just tried to ignore them and kept on walking. It was hard for their words not to get to me. Finally I made it to the classroom. I went from desk to desk asking if I could sit with them.

“No, umm, this seat is taken…” they’d say. I finally found a seat at the back of the room where no one was sitting. The girl in front of me was a popular one.

She looked back at me and said, “You’ll never be good enough to be with us,”. That really did it. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes. The teacher walked in. I got up from my desk and went toward the teacher.

“Mr. Jenson, I’m not feeling so well, I think I need to go home.” I lied.

“Alright, fine. Here is a hall pass, now go tell the nurse you are going to go home.” He handed me a hall pass, I took it, and then raced out of the room.



When I got home I let the tears out. They rolled down my cheeks harder and harder. I put down my bag and ran to my bedroom. When I got there, I plunged myself into my bed.

“Why? Why? Why do I have to be so horrible! Why aren’t I good enough! I have tried my best! I really have! Why don’t they like me?!?” I asked myself.

I got up and went to my drawer and pulled out a pen. I lifted up my shirt and wrote on my belly, “Not good enough.” I then started crying again.

“I am fat! I am not worth anyones love.” I cried to myself. “Get better! Get better!”

I then heard the door open, my mom and dad had come home. They were yelling at each other.

“George, don’t do this to me!” I heard mother scream from the other room.

“I’m not trying to be the bad guy,” father cried.

“I just can’t do this anymore Samantha, I need to leave. It will benefit the whole family!”

“Yeah, except me! It will benefit everyone in the family except the kids and I!” screamed mother.

“But Samantha, listen to me, I cannot live here anymore! I can’t do this. We are not working together, I hate to break it to you but, we can’t just live together and not fight again. We have tried Samantha, it won’t work.” father tried to explain.

“But George, give me another chance!” mother cried.

I couldn’t help but peek into the kitchen where they were fighting, I wanted to make sure everything was ok; but I obviously knew it wasn’t. I saw mother drop to her knees on the ground. Tears were rushing down her face.

“George! I can’t live without you! Remember how happy we were? Remember?” mother pleaded. Father didn’t respond. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at mother.

“Say something George! Say something!”

I heard the slam of a door. Father had left. I don’t know if I was going to see him ever again.

How could this happen to me, how could my father and mother break up and me get bullied at school? I wish this all was a dream. I went over to my wall and started to bang my head upon it.

“Why is this happening to me!” I screamed. It took the emotional pain away to make physical pain. I banged my head harder and harder against the wall. I then stopped to look out the window. It was raining really hard. I decided to go outside. I then walked down the block to a corner. I sat onto the concrete ground. I soon got soaked by the rain. How could my life get worse? I wish I could just leave this world. I wish I could go away.



I decided to try to go to school today. I couldn’t keep staying home. I had already missed so much homework and classes. My mom dropped me off at school, I got out of the car and walked into school. Again, I sucked in my belly and walked to class. No one made fun of me there. I couldn’t believe that no one was being mean! Class passed so fast, then it was lunch. I headed down to the cafeteria. I grabbed some lunch, and looked around for a seat. No place was open except one seat at the “popular” girl’s table. I walked there.

“May, I, may I sit down?” I uttered.

“Oh, sweetie, you want to sit with us. That is so sad. You’re just not good enough. You need a few minor, oh I meant major changes to your looks. You need to lose some weight, yeah,” Josie pointed to my belly.

“Oh and did we forget to mention that you need to get prettier in the face…” smirked Maria.

I put my head down, sucked in my belly even harder, and walked away. I walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the bathroom, taking my lunch with me. I found a stall, and sat down on the toilet seat, eating there alone. Tears rushed down my face, harder and harder, until my eyes were so red that I couldn’t cry anymore. I took one bite of my food, throwing out the rest. If I wanted to be like them, I would have to go on a diet, or I could just not eat anything, that’d work.

The day went by, I went home, and did homework. That night at dinner, I didn’t touch my food.

My mother asked me, “Sweetie, why aren’t you eating?”.

“I just don’t feel so well, I had a big lunch that is all.” I said.

“Oh,” replied mother. I could see worry in her eyes. After dinner, I went into my room to go to bed early, but before that, I weighed myself on my mother’s scale. A whopping 123 pounds and I am in 8th grade. I bet the popular girls are 100 pounds. Skinny and perfect, I wish I could be like them.



“Ring...Ring….Ring…” I was trying to call father’s cell phone.

“Hello. You have reached George Harris’s voicemail. Sorry, but right now, I am not available. Try calling back later.” the phone said. My smile turned into a frown. He was never going to come back home. I decided to print out a few pictures of father and take them out to town. I walked down the block and posted a few pictures of him on the posting poles and I wrote, “MISSING.” on the top of the picture. Once I was done, tears started to well up again. I started to walk back down the block toward my house. I saw a group of girls all dressed in matching outfits came closer to me. They started to become not blurry anymore. It was the popular girls. It was them. They now approached me.

“Hey alone girl, how are you doing? Oh right, I shouldn’t ask you that because you don’t matter. You have no feelings. So we are just going to go to that alley with you and you’ll see.” said Josie.

“No! You can’t! I have feelin-” I cried. Before I could finish my sentence, I saw Heather’s hand come as fast as a bullet toward my face. She punched me so hard, my nose was bleeding. They took me and picked me up. I couldn’t fight them, I was too weak, and my nose and cheek was bleeding. Pain filled my heart, I do have feelings! I started crying harder and harder and harder.  I felt myself being carried down the street, to the alley. Finally, they stopped walking. They let me go and I got up to my feet.

“Why? Why are you guys doing this?” I asked them with tears running down my face.

“Because you are the one with no feelings, you are worthless, useless, and awful.” Maria told me. But before I could say anything, they all started punching me.

“Ok, now it’s your turn Maria! Come on! You can punch her till she’s black and blue!” Josie chanted. Maria swung at my arm, then at my face, but the other side that was not black and blue yet.

“C’mon Heather! C’mon, beat her up!” screamed Maria. Heather took a step up. Then it was her turn to punch me. I was now on the ground, lying there. Everywhere hurt, emotionally and physically. I wish I was dead. Why do I have to go through all this pain. I rather have them just shoot me, because then it’d be over. Heather took a huge swing at me. I was bleeding basically everywhere now. I groaned with pain. Then I managed to see Josie step up toward me. The leader of the popular girls. I knew this one would hurt the most. I tried to get to my feet, though I couldn’t do it.

“It’s my turn Arianna, you know what that means? That means that you could be gone by the morning…..” Josie smirked. She looked down at me like I was a piece of trash, useless, and awful. I started to cry so hard. I saw her hand come toward me, and that is all I saw before I passed out.



My eyes slowly opened, I saw a white room, I was lying down, on a bed.

“Is she going to be alright?” I saw mother frantically ask a man in the room.

“We don’t know, she’s been asleep for a week now.” replied the man.

“But, what is happening to her? What happened?” asked mother.

“She is in a coma. It has been a one week coma.” said the man.

“Wait-” cried mother. She came over to me and looked at me.

“You’re alive! You’re alive! She’s awake!” mother came and hugged me so tight that it hurt.

“Do you remember my name?”

“Yeah, you’re my mother. Samantha.” I told her. I didn’t know why she was asking me such a thing. I then spotted another boy walking into the room, he looked about my age.

“Hi,” the boy came up to me. “I found you in that alley way, I found your house, carried you back, and told your parents.”

“The alley…. That’s why I’m here.” I whispered to myself. I started to remember why I was in the hospital. I started to have a flashback of the girls punching me.

“Thank you so much for bringing me back,” I told the boy.

“You are welcome. I couldn’t help but see if you were ok. You had blood all over your face and body. You were black and blue, and there were gashes all over.” he said.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“Just a nighttime stroll, out in the alley.” said the boy.

“So what is your name, savior boy?” I asked.

“Avan.” said the boy. I was so happy that someone actually came to save me.

“So mother, how long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“A week. You had a coma. You could’ve died.” said mother coming to kiss my cheek.

“Wow, they really did some damage.” I muttered to myself. I then started thinking about what had happened. A tear rolled down my cheek. I started to cry a bit harder. I’m ugly and fat, well I know I’m not fat but I think I am.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------CHAPTER SIX

A few days later after I woke up, I went back home. I still have scabs all over my face and black and blue marks all over my body. I skipped school for the next two weeks. I couldn’t stand getting bullied any longer after what happened in the alley way. But today, I’m going to give it a try and go back to school. My mother says that I can’t avoid school forever. She never found out exactly what happened. I said that I was crossing the street and a car hit me a bit. She asked me who was it in the car and I said “I have no idea, it all happened so fast.” and she ended up believing me. It was so close. I thought that she’d ask me more about what happened. I go to my room to sit on my bed. I look at myself in the mirror. “Still fat, still not good enough, still worthless.” I think to myself. I go over to the scale and weigh myself. I gained 3 pounds. I hit myself on the wall, “Bad me! Stop eating! Be skinny!” I yell at myself. I then slip on some clothes, put on some makeup and suck in my belly as hard as I can. I go to the kitchen, tell mother I am not hungry for breakfast, and walk to school. I walk into the hall once I get there. I see the popular girls. I walk faster trying to avoid them again.

“Hey alone girl! I see you have come back from that little alley visit with us.” giggled Josie.

“Yeah! I see you were gone for a while! Where were you? In the garbage? Rejected by everyone? Oh yeah, I remember now, we threw you in the garbage.” smirked Maria.

“Haha! She’s walking away! Hahaha! Too scared and worthless and weak to fight us…” Heather smiled. I walked faster and faster and faster, but they followed me.

“Oh I see you’ve put on a few pounds. Hahaha Pudgy Arianna.” Josie said.

“Yeah, you’re pretty flabby!” Maria agreed.

“No I’m no-” I couldn’t finish my sentence, Heather interrupted me.

“Yes, you are fat Arianna, just face it, you want to be skinny, but you’re not!” said Heather.

I walked faster again, they followed, I ran, they stopped following me. I felt like I was going to throw up. I ran to the ladies bathroom and found a stall. I puked out all the food I had eaten for the past week. I went to class, feeling awful about myself. Class passed, it was lunch. I threw up my lunch after I had eaten it. A week went by, I kept throwing up each meal I ate. I am anorexic. I knew at some point this was going to happen. I ended up feeling so bad about myself, I started cutting. It became an everyday thing.



Today is school. I put on a long sleeve shirt to hide the cuts on my arm. I put on my shoes, skip breakfast, again, and walk to school. Once I got there, I headed to my locker to put my backpack away. When I looked behind me, there stood the girls.

“Hey, I see you’re cutting. Good thing you’re getting close to killing yourself.” Heather took my sleeve while she said it and rolled it up.

“I saw your mom drop off some garbage to school today… I wonder why she didn’t put it in the dumpster…. I just was thinking of being nice and doing the job for her…” Maria hissed.

Before I could get away, she picked me up and brought me to a garbage can and dropped me in.

“Go die,” said Josie as she looked down at me in the trash.

“Kill yourself or I’ll do it for you,” Heather looked down and pointed at me. The girls then walked away. I was scared. Tears fell from my eyes, running down my cheeks. I managed to squeeze myself out of the trash can. I walked toward the door to leave school. I left without anyone noticing. I ran home as fast as I could, on the way, I stopped at a drugstore. I bought the pills that can put you to sleep forever, basically kill you. I was going to do it. I took the pills home with me. When I got there I went to my bedroom. I took out a piece of paper and wrote on it, “Dear Mother, and wherever you are Father, I can’t stand living in this world anymore. Things have been too bad. No one needs me anyway. I love you all, and I hope that when I’m in heaven, everything will be better. I’m the reason you guys broke up, and I’m just a victim. So I think it is my time to leave.

I’ll love and miss you.

You’re daughter,

Arianna.” I took the note and left it on the kitchen table, took a glass of water and plopped the pill into my mouth and took some water down with it. At twelve p.m. I’ll be asleep, forever. I just had to wait. I looked out my window, and saw Avan that boy that saved me. He waved and knocked on the window. I went outside to see him.

“I-I-I-I love you. I’ve seen you bullied. You’re really pretty.” Avan said to me.

“That is the first time I’ve ever heard that,” I smiled. Avan came closer to me, leaning in for a kiss. And he kissed me. No one has ever kissed me except my parents and that is it. We talked, time went by, and then it was 11:59 p.m.

“Avan, I’m leaving,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Avan asked me with a frown.

“To a better place, called heaven.” I uttered. My life had 34 seconds left.
“I love you Arianna, I’ll miss you. I know life was hard for you.” He kissed me again.

“Bye Avan. Bye earth. Bye world.” My eyes closed very slowly and that was the end……


Arianna died in Avan’s arms. Arianna had a good afterlife in heaven. Everything was better for her there. Her father ended up coming back, and he saw the note as well as her mother. They mourned for a while, then had a funeral a month later. Her family came, and Avan.


everything was better, in a place called heaven, where no one is bullied, and everyone is loved….








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