For years this has been happening. For years they have teased and taunted me. For years I have been harassed for their own sick amusement.
It all started with him.
One simple boy.
If he hadn't happened, I would be ok.
When I was in sixth grade I fell in love.
This particular person didn't quite feel the same way, and so I was left feeling rejected.
Of course, being the simple minded, optimistic, child I was, I didn't let this stop me. Nope. I started getting closer, practically forcing him to befriend me.
Seventh grade rolled around and I fell even more in love. This time, however, I decided to keep my feelings to myself until I felt I had a chance with him.
Seventh grade flew by and I was still unsure about his feelings towards me.
On that last day of school, I looked at him and thought, 'Well, there's always next year.'
Honestly, how wrong can one person be?
As eighth grade began, I saw a change in him. A big one.
He started hanging out with my friends and I less and less, and started befriending the 'popular' crowd.
By that summer, he had abandoned the whole lot of us.
Ninth grade.
I had given up on him. On everything. That was my first mistake.
No, not giving up on him, because I hadn't really. I still loved him. I shouldn't have given up on everything, because high school is where everyone finds their crowd and by the half year mark of the first year, social groups are carved in stone.
The jocks, the geeks, the outcasts, so on.
I missed the mark and was left without anyone.
It's quite lonely in the back of the classroom, did you know that?
Oh but my lovely classmates, please note the sarcasm, would never leave me alone.
Right around now is when the teasing started.
He just awkwardly stood there, not wanting to participate in any way, bad or good.
His dear friends, got him to come out of his shell, and now he's one of my main tormenters.
What kills me is that after especially brutal tauntings, he used to send me texts.
They usually looked a little something like this:
Are you ok?
I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry.
And I would send something along these lines:
I'm perfectly fine.
I know you're only joking.
Don't be.
Mistake number two- forgiving him.
He never meant a word of it.
Those texts have since ceased.
My name is Maggie Turner.
His name is Cal Grey.
I am in love with him.