Okay well it all started out from kindergarden actually. Darcie always had the boys, coolest clothes and everything she pointed at. I didn't have anything against her at the time, and you could say we were okay friends. The years went by and still nothing changed in that relationship, until i became third grade. It was her birthday and we were all invited to her house. That's where me and Nea became best friends. I still have the foto my mom took of us in front of Darcie's staircase. 

Since that party i don't what happened but now here in highschool, we became mortal enemies. Every day she would pick on me and it never stopped, Nea became a victim too. 

Well one day me and Nea were at my place, and Nea convinced me that i needed to get a facebook account. She convinced me pretty good and i made one. The first few days of having facebook went good, because i was only friends with Nea. But soon after soon, others from school send me friend requests. I felt sort of happy, that others wanted to be my friend. So i accepted them all. 

But i didn't realize i had accepted Darcie too, and later on she commented on one of the poems i had put on my wall. I remember clearly what she wrote. 

This poem sucks loser,

Get off facebook so others can enjoy something you don't ruin!

That hurt deep, because i wanted to be a writer so bad. Nea told me again and again that commenting back would just make it worse, but i was just so filled with anger i coulden't really help it. So i replied:

Get lost moron! The only reason you don't understand it is because your to stupid to know how to even read!t

Now everyone knows Darcie is not the brightest, so i knew that would hurt her deep too. I only slept good one night because of that, the rest i was up for hours of just pure guilt. In school she didn't even talk to me. As if i had died to her, and she didn't care. 

A few days later, i got a friend request from a really hot guy named Rodger. I accepted and after some weeks it was going really well and i started to fall in love. I told him personal stuff and he swore he wouldn't tell a soul about what i had told him. I felt happy, to good to be true infact.

But a week later, Nea came to my house unexpectedly. She said i had to log on facebook. When i went on. Rodger had written all the personal things i had said to every one. Put them on his wall and said i had given him aids.

I felt like my life was over, and i coulden't go anywhere. THe perfect guy had betrayed me, and worse Darcie sent everything furthur to everyone. The entire school was calling me a whore, and other names really horrible.  

I coulden't handle it anymore. It was just too much to bear. I went out to my mothers cabinet and grabbed her sleeping pills. I sat down in the bathtub and took the all at once. 

But Nea was on her way when i did it and found me just in time. If she hadn't taken me to the hospital i would have died. 

When i got revived my mother called Darcie's mother and the school principal, and here we are. 

That was the short version of what happened to me...