Run! Run! The only words I would repeat in my head. I was being chased by four rabies teenage girls. They wanted to beat me up for no reason. This has been a never ending bullying story. I believe I forgot to introduce myself, I am Michelle. I live in a small town in California. I live in the small pink house were theirs just construction materials and trains that pass by at three in the morning. I live with my abusive mother younger brother my father and my sister. I’m guessing the word “living” sounds very fancy because my parents work 12-14 hours every day including weekends and some holidays. I go to a big high school but small because rumors travel fast. Like to study but it gets harder when they call you names during class or end up with food in your hair because someone thought it was funny.

Today was not an easy day but easier than yesterday. In biology class Liliana spilled Iodine on my brand new jeans. I was furious but if I did anything I would get blamed for it even if I looked at her. Liliana is a sophomore like I. She is tall with brown sugar curly hair and charcoal black eyes. She was very loved by teachers but hated by the whole school; she was always spreading rumors and saying mean things. We went to elementary school together but I didn’t talk to her until this year after I “copied” her salmon pink v neck. She spread so many rumors about me the more I ignored them they would come back at night.

Across the country…
“Carlos wake up!’’ I heard my mother’s soft voice call from outside from what we called a house. What many people didn’t know is that I live anywhere we can. It’s my mother, my younger sister and I. We been living anywhere since I was about eight years old because my father was murdered he was the only economical support we had; my mother is in a wheel chair. My mother hasn’t been able to walk ever since I was five after my father almost killed her. I go to high school and I’m relative a straight B student and have big goals in life. That’s why I stay out of trouble but it’s not easy to be a teen. In school I get picked on for being…I don’t know why, I’m Mexican but most of the school is. I like to play football, soccer but I think I’m good in basketball otherwise wouldn’t have made it to varsity as a sophomore. So why do they hate me?
It’s Monday morning and I have to walk my sister Nayeli to her elementary school. We had breakfast together but it was only us two. Mother was sleeping, she is goinge through depression and she sleeps a lot. We were walking the gray concrete floor. The green leaves in the spring and beautiful smelly flowers adorned the street it seemed like a perfect day. Until I see these five tall lights to dark skin color guys walking behind us. I can almost feel them breathing on my neck as we walk faster they walked faster.

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Mean while in Mexico…
“Dame tu dinero pero ya que no tengo tu tiempo!” I was stealing from a younger girl at school to buy some new shoes. I didn’t need the money, I’’m rich. My father owns his own business. He works in a well known car agency. My name is Esperanza, I am fifteen years old and son I will have my quinceañera. It’s a big party that a girl makes symbolizing they are changing from a young girl to a young lady. The whole school is invited. I live in a big white house with big windows that you can see down to the lake. My room is aqua and black bed and on top are my favorite stuffed animals; my bear, chicken and my soft purple monkey. I don’t really enjoy school but the thing I like is to be with my friends all the time.

I wake up very early and I did my honey brown straight hair. I also did my makeup; of course I will use my red wine lip gloss like every day. I got dressed in Liz Claiborne white coat, Roxy dark blue shirt and black Calvin pants and my gray shinny gray toms. I dressed as fast as I could or else I would be late to school. I met Luz at her house so her dad could take us. The drive there was awful quiet since her dad thinks I’m a bad influence on Luz. We arrived at school late like always.

I walked into math class and immediately I feel everyone’s cold stares. The teacher Marisol asked why was I late. I was forced to sit next to the weird girl in my class which I didn’t like. What if they it post it online? My reputation could be ruined so I moved by chair forward to the front of the class as I could. For the rest of class I was going through agonizing boredom doing all this work. I was just praying for the bell to ring.

It finally did and I met with my friends to sit and talk but before we did Maritza got I n our way. She was wearing horrendous skirt all you could see were her black shiny shoes and a lime green polka dot shirt. Of course I made fun of it come on who on earth would wear that. I told her that the circus was missing their tent so they called for it back. Everyone laughed and we just walked away. She knew it was a horrible outfit but she still wears it.

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Being Michele is not easy. I am very excited to go and buy new shoes today. I went to the mall with my aunt and cousin, which I was happy to spend some girl time and just talk about everything. “I was insulted today at school and I don’t even know why” I said with a serious voice. “Did your mom go fix that?” my aunt answered rapidly with the pink floral shirt paralyzed in her hand. I answered “she said she didn’t have time.” We continued shopping when I spotted Liliana and her annoying friends.

“Hi Michel, how you been?” Liliana asked me with such a lying tone and a big fake smile. “Hi Liliana” I answered to not be rude. That’s all I would say before I punched her face, I was just so angry she is horrible vicious person in school and here she appeared to be the nicest person.
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While in Chicago, Carlos kept running away from the mean guys. At that point I was scared, frighten for my sister. If they wanted to anything they should do it to me not to her. “Why are you running?” “Scared of anything?” asked me one of the boys. “No, what do you want?” o said trying to keep my voice from cracking. The tallest boy demanded for my shoes, “give me your shoes now!” Of course I wouldn’t they were my only pair. What would I do at work without shoes? My last hope was to run and so I did. I grabbed Nayeli and with a fast swing I lifted her onto my arms. I started to run like there was no tomorrow. The boys ran after us but gave up after two blocks. There I felt safer but not relived; I was scared for my sister. What if they touched her when I’m not present? I spoke with her teachers about the incident so they are a bit more careful with her.

I was walking back to my house when I remembered I the moment I had seen those guys in my life for the first time. I had met them over the summer. We went to the same basketball camp. We were enjoying our summer and one day the just started to beat me up. My friend later told me they were jealous of me. I never believed him, who would be jealous of me? They had everything, on the contrary I’m to be jealous of them.

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Back in México…Thank god today was over and I can finally go home. Luz, Maria Amy and I were going back to my house to have some fun but before that we had a little shopping to do. As soon as we got there we spotted a girl that goes with us to the same school. We asked to join us but we wanted to have a little fun of our own. I made her try on so many dresses so I can blog about this to the whole school. There some ugly dresses, those were the indicated for her. It was revenge for all the things girls at school did to me. Even, if it means taking it all out on innocent victims. We had enough fun and decided to go home.

Back in eight grade I was being bullied for my parents divorcing. They beat me up, they would post mean things in my back, pass notes in class about me. It hurt me so badly that I had to move schools. I had panic attacks and would suffer anorexia. Days felt eternal at school. It was time for girls to pay for what they did.

Once I got home I ran up to my room but my father’s voice stopped me. He wanted to talk about school that was the last thing I wanted to do talk about school. I heard a knocking at the door and I heard my name being called so I hurried down and saw a court order on the tall police officer. It had my name on it. But what did I do wrong? Who have I hurt? I thought to myself.

I was taken to the nearest police station where I was notified that I had committed cyber bulling and two girls killed themselves due to my bullying. In my head the same questions weren’t answered. I didn’t kill them they killed themselves why should I be punished? I was sentenced to life in prison. I didn’t realize what harm I had done till now. Why did I do this I was just trying to have fun over the internet I never took anything so serious but I’m guessing that is my opinion?

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A week has passed from my disturbing encounter with Liliana. I was walking home from school by myself and it was getting dark. Everyone was already inside their houses eating but only one thing was on my mind, to take a nap. I had a feeling, those chills in your back knowing someone is walking behind me. When I turned around something hit me hard against my upper right eyebrow.Immediately I felt warm liquid that ran down to my mother. It was blood. The few things I could see were blurry but with a glance I diisticlytly saw his face. I didn’t recognize him. I just felt a tug on my arms when I realized I was being carried. But where was I to be taken? I was very dizzy but I was a bit conscious to comprehend what was going on. Savagely I was thrown to the concrete were my head bounced off. I was more confused than ever I hardly felt anything. I just felt his cold hands on me his warm breath on me. A distinct man voice that would moan. I then just passed out and I woke up it may have been hours or minutes. I tried to walk home with horrible pain under my stomach and in my head it took me what I felt hours to get home.

I opened the white door to see my mother in the couch. Her head just turned with a angry look on her face. I finally did I heard my mother yelling at me. But before I even entered the house she pulled me by the hair and slammed me into my room to lecture me.
“Donde estabas?” “Que horas son estas de llegar, para eso te pago el telefono…para que no me contestes? After every word she would hit me. Her hands pounded everywhere; my arms my legs everywhere. where I stayed most of the night sobbing.. I received face book messages saying I had sex with a football player, I was a s***, and how much the night.

I felt my life was done; I was just raped by who knows my mother will kill me when I tell her what happened. She should believe I had permitted the person to penetrate me. Should I end this hell before it starts? I will do so; I grabbed the rope I used to hang my shoes and tied myself. Suicide is for people who don’t have the guts to live through it.I didn’t know what to do. The window caught my eye that white small window.I went through it like adventure was calling me a very distinct feeling of curiosity went through my body. I ran as my little legs were capable. I just felt free; I found a place in a warm house where there was a woman that accepted me in her house. The house is made for girls like me. Since then I called her mom. I recovered from the attack and went to college.

In Chicago Carlos was exiting his job…
I was very happy, today’s work was very calm and I meet a new friend. I came out the back door were I heard my name being yelled. I recognized that voice but from who? “Oh, Carlos we left some unfinished business earlier today” The voice spoke. Of course it was one of those guys this morning. I couldn’t run all I could do was stare at them. Where they mad about the shoes? What is it with my shoes, they can easily by themselves a pair by the way they are dressed they could by twenty pairs. I felt a hut punch on my stomach that sent me straight down but a with kick on the stomach I thought I was dead... The pain was so intense by then I was coughing up blood. I just felt a cold metal thing go through my back. I knew I was gone. I said ii was sorry for anything I had some. But what did I do? Why I’m I treated like this? I felt something cold coming out of my chest it wasn’t blood. It was me; I was looking at myself dead on that dark cold alley. I sat next to my corpse for a while until my boss exited out and saw me there he dried to wake me up but his wishes to revive me were in vain. He immediately called 911 were the response was very slow. After an hour or two had passed I was taken inside a plastic bag. I didn’t worry about my body I wanted to see my momma once more. So I did I floated home since I had no feet for a reason. I was devastated to see my mother sobbing in her bed. The only words I would say over and over were “I’m sorry, I hope you forgive me” and there I lay down next to her. Since my assassination I go with my mother everywhere. I have seen her aged slowly and so has my sister she is a beautiful young lady.