Tessa's Story

Tessa Jackson has been bullied since the 8th grade and has never had a break. The "popular" people, David and Nadia and their followers, bully her because she didn't have to try to get all the boys to like her, she didn't have to try to be pretty, and she didn't have to try to have a nice life. When they asked her into their group in the 8th grade and she said no, it all started. The bullied her to make her seem small, weak, unwanted. Tessa's whole world changes into a dark, lonely place. But Tessa's whole world changes again when she meets this one guy that makes her feel special, wanted, strong, and big. She gains back confidence with his help. But when she sees him supposedly cheating on her, will she be able to stay strong, or collapse and become what she was before?


1. My Past and My Present

Tessa's P.O.V.

   Today was a better day than usual, but I didn't have high hopes of actually having a good day. David would come around, he always does. David'll embarrass me or something, but not like it would matter. Ever since I refused to be in the "popular group" when the "popular" people (David, some other jocks, and those girls that are only popular because they act like it, thats how they all are) asked me, I've been bullied non-stop. Every single day of my life after that. And I don't even know WHY! It's so frustrating. I don't know. It hurts. So much! Soon I was and am the only one in my school who was and is bullied. That happened in 8th grade in Thomas Johnson Middle School. Now I'm a Senior in Thomas Johnson High, and it STILL goes on. I'm like the butt of a cruel joke. Even the nice people who have a life other than bullying people are mean to me! If I sit down at a table at lunch, anyone there moves. So I sit at a table by myself.
   I have thought about suicide sooo many times, but I just can't do it. I finally stopped thinking about it, and have just tried to stay strong. I've tried and tried and tried and tried, but it's SO hard. It's TOO hard, actually. I cry myself to sleep every night, and wake up every morning with a tear-soaked pillow. 
  I am always thinking how much easier it would be if I just could've never been born, and life is so much harder with out a mom or even a dad! They died when I was little, and I don't even remember their faces. I also had a little sister, but she died with my parents, on a ship. We had used a boat for transportation to get up north in England, and where coming back. The ship had hit a rock and started to sink, and I tried to save all of them, even if i was only 5. A helicopter had dropped a ladder down, and I climbed on, but my parents and sister couldn't make it. 
   Since I can't remember their faces, I have a heart-shaped locket, with all of them on one side. It WAS  a family picture, but to get it to fit, I cut me out. But I'll always know what I look like, so it doesn't matter. 
  When I arrived at where my home was supposed to be, I was not to go to my house, it was already sold. I was sent to an orphanage. With my great, big, green eyes, wavy brown hair, and rosy complexion, it wasn't long before I was adopted.
   I was adopted by a wonderful woman, her name is Sandy Jackson, but she isn't my mom. She's my adoptive parent, her husband died and she only has one child, Jack, and sometimes, well, he's a brat. He's 6, and SUPER annoying. I'd much rather have lived with an annoying, prying sister. Sandy lives on and owns a horse ranch, and taught me to ride the day after I was adopted. I love riding, and it takes my mind of of whatever happened that day at school, because something always happens. I'm pretty good at it, you could say it's a talent, but I think the only thing I'm REALLY good at is playing the guitar. On my 10th birthday, a filly was born. A filly is a baby horse that is a girl. Starlight's due date wasn't until the week after my birthday, so everyone was surprised. The filly became my birthday present, and I named her Snicker-doodle, because that was my favorite cookie back then, plus I was eating one when I was sitting on the barn floor trying to think of a name. I also thought it'd be a cute name, so I figured what the hey? And that was her name. 
  I have lived there for the rest of my sad, little life, and am just trying to stay strong.
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