When I was in Elementary School, I was never the "popular" kid. I wasn't pretty, my family didn't have a lot of money. I didn't grow up with 2 parents in the same house. On the bus to school, I hated it. These older kids would pick on me because I had dark eyebrows and i have a little mole on my face... they would continue to make fun of me. I was scared to go to school. I begged my mom to take me to school but she didn't realize what was going on. she thought it was just a phase. this lasted basically through middle school. when i hit freshmen year, i got my eyebrows waxed, and lost a little weight. suddenly the people who picked on me all the time all of a sudden wanted to be my best friend.. they weren't really my friends.. they just liked me because i was their version of "pretty".. and this is my story.