You pretended to be my friend at first, took me under your wing, and I thought people were finally accepting me. They stopped laughing at me, and some even talked to me. I invited you round and we watched a film. I was happy for the first time in ages. But that all changed. I told you a secret. A big secret, I thought I could trust you. I didn't believe it at first when I got to school and everyone knew. I spent the rest of the day crying in the toilets. I didn't see you, but I knew it was you who told them. It took me a while, but I came to school with my head held high, I saw you in the corner, and went over to you. You apolgised and I thought that was that. Then I started to hear rumours about me. You were spreading them around. You denied it at first, then you just admitted it. This went on for a year, saying you were sorry, me accepting it and being your friend again, the being let down once, then twice, then it became a regular thing. But I stayed friends with you, because I had no one else.
Finally, after a year, we all went to different secondary schools. I was glad I was moving away from you. My mum got a tax rebate - £1,000, so she was able to buy me a real uniform. She got a good job, and it was there that she met a nice bloke, who was working very high up in the company. She was happy and so was he. I died my hair blonde, grew it long, and brought the latest fashion and when I went to school, I instantly became the popular, beautiful one. For once, I was accepted, I had great friends who stood by me, a great boyfriend who was really supportive of me, and I did really well in school because of it.
So I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for making my life hell, because it's made me a stronger person and I wouldn't be as happy as I am now without you. Now I am going to University and I plan to become a primary school teacher, I think I'll enjoy it more than I did when I was younger. Thanks, have a good life.
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