When I was little, I lived in Brunswick Georgia. I had friends, I was popular, and I was scared. When I was about 8 I moved to New York. So far away. I had to make new friends, and it didn't help that I was a little pudgy for my age. The kids at my school were very rude. They don't care about a persons personality, only looks and state of socialization. Me being new, I was very low on the "scale". I was called fat, ugly, loser, and nerd. When I was 10 it was my birthday that day. I thought people would be a little nicer since it was. I was wrong. It became worse. The people I thought could be classifed as a friend were so rude that day. My normal bullies said stuff like" Bitchy birthday! Go home and stuff your fatself with cake then choke on it." One girl tried pushing me down a flight of stairs. I didn't eat the next month. I was skinny and made friends. But I could tell they were fake. I nearly died. My dad came home and made me eat. I was crying the whole time. Years went by and the bulling continued. My boyfriend cheated on me last month. I was devestated. About a month before that I made two true friends on this website. Melody Lola Payne and Clarissa. (Aka mrs.payner.) I had someone to talk to. Yet I was scared to tell them my story. If your reading this then I am sorry I didn't tell you the whole story. One direction is my amazing grace. They are the only things holding me from killing myself. Directioners. We are a family. Help me like you would help your sister.