My Family Isn’t Blood.
I have only fit in at one place. It was my 6th grade year when I met these people that would soon become my family. I called these friends my family, because they accepted me more than my actual family did. The first person I met that would become a part of my family, I met in 4th grade. He was in 6th grade. He was the older brother of a friend of mine at the time. We became closer than his little brother I was friends with. We hung out a lot after school. I ended up having a crush on him. Fast forward to two years later, and I am in 6th grade. I sat alone at lunch until he saw me, and he would sit by me, and make sure I wasn't ever alone. Soon enough his friends started sitting with us as well. We all got close that year. After that year, they all went off to High School, and I was on my own again. Those years were interesting, and I don’t really remember those years. My 9th grade year I started hanging out with my old friends. That year was a swell year for me. My 10th grade year was another story. In November of 2013, two weeks before my birthday I was raped by my boyfriend at the time. After that, lies spread about me at school. I tried explaining what had happened, and everyone called me an attention whore. My true friends were put to the test then. Would they stand by me, or leave as well and believe the lies? Three of the ten friends I had took my side and believed my story. Among those was the guy I had been friends with since 4th grade. I knew then that I loved him. That’s neither here nor there however. That year was their senior year and I would soon be alone at a school full of people who hated me. I decided it was time to start off somewhere fresh. I went to a new town, and found some people that I thought would be my friends. Only one person stuck. Anyways. Just before I left I lost my best friend to his controlling girlfriend. Even though she did not like him talking to me, he always found a way to let me know he was okey. Even if it was the most subtle things, from liking something I posted, to sending me a message out of the blue. I got into a relationship with a guy who used me. For some reason I didnt see it or I didnt want to see it, but he caused more damage than I had intended.
