It all started in eighth grade. My parents smoked in the house all the time so all m clothes smelled like smoke and I always got called smokey it never Failed. Then freshman year I moved to Tennessee I was excited. New town new people it would all be better. When in fact it was much worse. I was called fat, stupid, retarded and ugly. It got to the point where people were trying to fight me. They were hitting me in class I even got jumped and put in the hospital once. This happened for two years straight. Not once did I decide to tell anyone. I just let it build and eventually one night in April of my sophomore year I stole a bunch of my fathers pills and took them. I should've died that night. my father found me about 30 minutes after I passed out, and rushed me to the hospital. I had my stomach pumped twice. And was on suicide watch for 72 hours then taken to a rehab center. After I got out I went back to school. Everyone knew. Now everyone acted differently. Everyone acted like my friend. So I talked to the principal to see if he can call a meeting for me to speak at. And I did. I didn't rat out who did what they did. But I went into full detail about what was done to me. And the physical and emotional pain I went through. And how it was all double while I was in the hospital. Since that day noone has bothered me. And I get asked to speak at schools county wide to let kids know they are not alone. And if someone is bullying you. Tell someone be stronger then what I was.